Wishlist (EP Version) ft. DrtyDan Lyrics

I want everything on my wish list

Rick Ross wings with the Popeye's biscuit

Damn you all heard what he said nigga

That nigga be spitting

This guy is fucking amazing

Hey hold on nigga

Is that Santa Claus nigga

I don't even believe in Christmas

But I'm fit to sit on his lap

And tell this nigga everything I want

Nigga everything

I want everything on my wish list

Rick Ross wings with the Popeye's biscuit

I want a million bucks and a million black Benzes

Big body big bank big business

I want a friend who don't want many favors

Can't smoke the same weed

I like to change up the flavors

I earn my stripes like a racer

Bars no chaser

Cover of the fader

I want

Everything

A nigga never had

On some London Tipton shit

I want a puppy in a bag

I want to go and buy a mansion for my dad

And get a real big bag so the whole team glad

What you want

Want to hit the Met Gala like a bum

Burn holes in the sweats

Shirt stained with some crumbs

Or go on one O six and Park going dumb

Then go back to the hood

And give the little niggas funds

I want to see ya rock when ya hear this

I want to drop and give the plot a little thickness

I want you to tell yo neighbor we gone get it

I want to preach can a nigga get a witness

I want everything on my wish list

Rick Ross wings with the Popeye's biscuit

I want a million bucks and a million black Benzes

Big body big bank big business

I want a friend who don't want many favors

Can't smoke the same weed

I like to change up the flavors

I earn my stripes like a racer

Bars no chaser

Cover of the fader

I want

It's so much that I want like

You wouldn't believe the stuff I want bruh

Like if I told you the stuff I want

You'd be like you can't have that

And I'd be like yes I can

Cause ima get it

It's on my wish list

It's from the basement

Sheesh

I want option

One two three and four

To bring four shorties

That can bring four more

Want my bank account up out da negative

And I still think that we should run

Kaneely up for president

I want tillys

That can fit my preference

And when she do her nails

She can still roll my medicine

Send yo soul to heaven

For the hell of it

Wishes in my wood

You just blessed to get the smell of it

I want understanding

They want lower standards

Suck it while you standing

Do it till ya hands hurt

Wanna speak ya mind but

I don't understand her

Coming from the basement

Shorty know it's big Drt

I want everything on my wish list

Rick Ross wings with the Popeye's biscuit

And a million black Benzes

Big Body big bank big business

It's Messi baby

And I'm with Big Drt Big Drt

I'm with Big Drt

And it's Messi yo

Merry Christmas bitches

Fuck all of you all

Sheesh

I just crushed my water

You know what I really want though

I want a lot like

Let me go back to that like

The things that I want

Might be some of the things you all want

You all hear me man you all not hearing us

For real like

Yeah