B Martin, Kendrick Lamar, Juicy J - I Want It All lyrics

[B Martin, Kendrick Lamar, Juicy J - I Want It All lyrics]

I want all the kush i want all the bottles
I want all the cash i want all the models
I want it all i want it all

Ok, kush, bottles, shut up, swallow
Tonight I'm living life like
There's no tomorrow
Got a couple girls in the Benz
And they all got friends
Headed back to the condo
And I make all they asses clap, clap, clap
Bravo i want that lottery money
That "please don't say "Hi!" to me" money
That 'I could go back to my hometown
And get my city outta poverty' money
Don't lie to me honey, I know that thang fake
Put a candle on that ass, tell
Her "Give me that cake", wait
I rep NY, big boy in the big city
Shout out, 5 burroughs
Upstate just ride with me
Now come drink on this bottle
And smoke out on this kush
Now let's fade away
And let Juicy go make it rain on that hook
Look

I want all the kush i want all the bottles
I want all the cash i want all the models
I want it all i want it all

Tell him I do Deniro, tell him you do Camaro
I do a fast car, something like a Nascar
Move like a sh-sh-sh-shooting star
And they know who we are
Big pimping in the building
Got about a million, throw it at the ceiling
Layin' smack dead in the face of civilians
Tell 'em I'm chilling with Patron on ice
And my home on ice, and my neck on ice
Lo-lo-lo-look at my ring
I'm a hustler string
You should learn me twice
I'mma grind till I die, that's no lie
Do with my middle finger held up high
Fuck the world, if it fry
I know one thing, I did my job
And that's get what? Move, tell a lie
Sippin on Henny, smokin on ly
Never let a penny pass me by
Move with the Benjis by my side
That's my sidekick, you better watch it
What I mean is, don't touch my pockets
Man big debts, cut them checks
Hundred mill plus, nothing less

I want all the kush i want all the bottles
I want all the cash i want all the models
I want it all i want it all

Tell 'em I do miles, tell 'em they do Kias
Tell 'em I got a couple girls in the Benz
And they extra sexy like ES
PN your boy got game
Da Magic Juannin through the veins
Not Redick but I'm way Kendick
So I say F it to all you lames
It's my time, it's my watch, homie
Y'all don't believe me just watch, only
Time will tell but I'll rhyme
Until I skip time, i'm Michael J fox
Got 86 on that dash, got 87 in cash
And I'm born in '88
Born and raised in New York
So you do the math pass that dutch, oh
I'ma get a little high now, get a little rush
So I take a little ride
To the lower east side, hit the 169
Probably find one girl who was 6'9"
With another girl by the end of the night
I'm her Ursula, I can tell the future
I'ma fuck them both at the same damn time

I want all the kush i want all the bottles
I want all the cash i want all the models
I want it all i want it all
I want all the kush i want all the bottles
I want all the cash i want all the models
I want it all i want it all

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