Everything - Mike WiLL Made It, Two 9

Instead of loading a chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt

But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want

I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front

A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want

Cause we want everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Designer, my clothes and my drugs

I pull up in skinnies at clubs

Your bitch on my dick, she come to the crib

She passed around, no love

My niggas, they skating and dealing

She saying the money appealing

Ain’t worry about what a fuck nigga gon say

All the real niggas say they gonna feel it

Said I got crosses all on my denim

Bands stuffed up in them

My bank card and my face card

Hold the same weight I’m chilling

Smoking weed when I’m rolling weed

And I’m drinking, too

Not one gram of my new dutch, ho, I need two

Just a bunch of young niggas getting paid

She gonna smoke but she never get saved

Drop a song but they never get played

Blunt full of kush, my closet got BAPE

Drop a tab and I’m straight

These other niggas too late

Said my niggas got now, this other niggas gotta wait

Instead of loading a chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt

But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want

I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front

A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want

Cause we want everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Run up in the crib like runnin

Give us all the drugs and the money

Give us all the ones and the hundreds

Smile when we done like it’s funny

Blacked out nigga, he ain’t even see it coming

Caught him in the back, wait, no nigga, no running

From the East Side, my nigga, this nothing

Al Horford, Kyle Korver

Hit him with the Hawk then it’s all over

Going through the freezer and I’m runnin through the mattress

Fuck the bullshit, nigga, tell me where you stashing

Last name Bronson, all about action

38 golden, let a nigga flash it

Uncle Sam grams, nigga still taxing

Chopper gon sing like a Braxton

Camera on the set but it’s still no acting

Caught up in the money and we still gonna trap it, nigga

Now it’s Alexander Wang and your bitch on my wang

I fucked her in the rain, she almost broke my chain

Murakami on the plane, what the fuck you saying?

We don’t want a little, we want everything

Instead of loading a chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt

But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want

I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front

A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want

Cause we want everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything

Everything, nigga, everything