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 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, five burroughs, the upper state, 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 bbuilding Got about a million, throw it at the ceiling Layin smack dead in the face of civillians 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 [?], tell 'em they do kius Tell 'em I got a couple girls in the Benz, and they extra sexy like ES PN your boy got game, the magic wanna do the vein Not ready but I'm way Kendrick, 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'mma 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 suitor, I can tell the future I'm [?] same 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