What I Want Lyrics

Y'all ain't got motion like me, got my eyes on the profit, I gotta get rich

Know I'm in debt to my mama, she raised me a king, not no motherfuckin' bitch

I'm taking too many chances, I'm looking for answers, it's starting to click

I don't want no more distractions, I'm taking action, can't get caught in the mix

100 bands, that's what I want

Brand new Benz, that's what I want

Give racks to the fam, that's what I want

Want all of the wealth so a nigga can flaunt

But you gotta work for it, that shit don't come easy

Weight on my shoulders, my family need me Fuck all them niggas, they moving too greasy

Give them too much, then they'll start getting greedy

Can't sit on my ass, nigga, that's not a option Like grease on a pot, we gon' get this shit poppin

My gang heavy metal, that's how we been rockin' We runnin' a marathon, y'all niggas joggin

Like FBI agents, we bust down the doors in this bitch We don't got no manners to knock

Been losing my patience, this trigger finger got a itch

I'm aiming for everybody's spot, I'm the king of this shit

Who's flow getting meaner than this? Can't nobody fuck with the kid

Who got the swag and the drip to be spittin' like this

Making labels want to bid

Don't gotta do much to show niggas I'm him

They know it's a rap and I pick up the pen

If I hop on your song, it's a 10 out of 10

It's over for you gotta take it to the chin

I can't let the hate get in the way of my pride

Can't be defeated if the gang by my side

I'm bout to turn this shit up, heat in the chamber, I'm keeping it tucked

They runnin', they mouths, we ain't givin' no fucks

Soon as I drop we gone make this bitch jump

Y'all ain't got motion like me, got my eyes on the profit, I gotta get rich

Know I'm in debt to my mama, she raised me a king, not no motherfuckin' bitch

I'm taking too many chances, I'm looking for answers, it's starting to click

I don't want no more distractions, I'm taking action, can't get caught in the mix

100 bands, that's what I want

Brand new Benz, that's what I want

Give racks to the fam, that's what I want

Want all of the wealth so a nigga can flaunt

But you gotta work for it, that shit don't come easy

Weight on my shoulders, my family need me Fuck all them niggas, they moving too greasy

Give them too much, then they'll start getting greedy