E'rything Lyrics

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

Cribs-cars-cash and women

I want that good life

Where the party's never end and

Every night's a good night

So sick of that hood life

I'll hustle with my music

I'm trying have a house

Up on a hill with perfect views and

Ima chase that shit

I want mountains in my windows baby

Make that shit

Real I'm puffin on this indo baby

Taste that shit

Come on and take that shit

We gon party til the sunrise comes

We're way past lit

Ain't it funny-this dummy-gets money

Plenty-of honeys-to love me

Rub me-up kiss me-and hug me

I want a-place where-it's sunny

I want garages with Bentleys

Foriegns where wheels keep spinning

Pilots on stand by to fly me

To any city or country

I can't let nothin' distract me

I can be clean or get nasty

I want those windows where glass be

Fogged up with a button click

I want a pad on my roof

For choppers to land-and a booth

Down in the basement to spaz in

Nothing can keep me from this

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

I want a lawyer on retainer that don't know how to lose

I want vacation homes in places where the water so blue

That you can see the fucking bottom when your feet hit the sand

I want a tour bus more badass than the biggest of bands

I want accounts across the oceans cause my money too big

I want acres so my neighbors never know where I is

I want a personal chef that makes me seven course meals

Every night of the week so I can know how it feels

I want gold inside my mouth so I can sparkle and shine right

Diamonds on my neck so I'll be seen in the night life

Cars without the roofs on 'em zero to sixty

In three seconds or less and if it ain't that then miss me

Candy apple red tinted windows and empty

Storage spaces that's where we put kickers you get me

Shake em in the next lane-I want that success fame

May have good and bad but I'll be shining with the best mane

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything

E'rything

Give me give me e'rything

I want e'rything

I've been chasing e'rything