WANT IT ALL ft. Pluto Dc, Atl Jp & Major Dc Lyrics

We came out the slum

Yeah we came out

The storm

Straight to the top

Shoutout pluto dc

Want it, world pluto

Yeah it's big dolphin

Again

(We want it)

Yeah niqqa i want it

All

Yeah want it all, want

It all

(Want it, want it)

Lord knows i want it

All

(We want it)

The worries off, let's

Take it off

(Take it, take it off)

Been grinding all my life

Pay me off

Want it all, want it all

Stacking the papers

Get padded up, take off

Like the migos,

Niqqa ain't stop, Ain't stop

Yeah yeah yeah

We repping the game we

Killing the vibe

And them niqqas know that

We keep the shii real

Outta my city my niqqas

Gon slide n kill you for

Some chill pills

Chill up boi, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Our father who art in

Heaven

Forgive all these broke azz

Bivtches and niqqas

For they don't know what

They doing

(They don't know what,

They doing)

What a disease, yeah, yeah

Yeah, get it woah

I want it all, want it

Hol'up, hol'up, hol'up

Oh lord, yeah, yeah

Thank you, God, Thank you

God

What a disease, what a

Disease

Tryna make some more

income in these streets

Tryna stack these racks up

Tryna stack these racks up

Back to back, Back to

Back,Yea yak

Dope scale hot, hot, hot

Yea, yah

Twenty, twenty, twenty

Twenty

Twenty one, when i was

Looking like a savage

Twenty, twenty, two i'm

A big savage

(Hey)

Running, running, run it

Up, i be running

Big racks i want it

All

Big guap i want it

All

Big racks i spend it

All

Big drip it's flooded out

(Flooded out)

Two face, Mercedes benz

When i swerve up in

The, E-way

Hey, hey, it's a brand

New day

It's a brand new day

Yeah, yeah big bands

I want it all

Came from the bottom

From the bottom

Straight to the top, top

(Top)

Young niqqa printing em

Paper

Pj we gone, one way

We going

Big bank roll, AP rose

Gold

Big boy necklace, Cc

Flexin, Press in

Hey i ain't stressing

Hang

(woouh)

Just tryna vibe, tryna

Ryhme

Tryna fvck this shii up

Turn that shii up over

There

On, God we gon win

Anyway

Running up, running up

Me and my niqqas be

Running up

Me and my niqqas be

Stacking up

Me and my niqqas be

Stacking up

Rolls royce phantom, me

And my niqqas be riding

On

Me and my niqqas be

Riding on

Me and my niqqas be

Riding on

Modern standards, far cry

Going harder

Hundred bands

Fast cars, grind till success

Stacked out

The group we wrestled

We ain't bragging

We just mining