I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
They asking how did I make it
I put in all this work in
I got a lot of drive
Now take a look at my ride
That's a compliment to my drive
That ain't a lease
That's paid fo'
House on the hill
I own that
Cherry Pie
I roll that
I'm in the 6
I'm be makin hits
And it's all legit
I used to trap
Sellin crack
Flippin packs
Now I'm countin stacks
Since Way back
I always had a vision for that
And thats all real
All real
Now it's all real
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Take a look at my drip
30k on my wrist
Chrome spokes on my whip
Bad bitches all around me
Wanna show me off on the gram
They know who I am
I want it all
I want it all
Take a look at me
A nigga made history
Started from the ground up
My name started ringing bells
I got my funds up
If they lock me up
I'm making bail
Now they wanna hate
Cuz I made it
Now I celebrate
And get faded
Now every days a Friday
Hittin top speed on the highway
Gotta dealership in my driveway
Mix the orange juice
With the Bombay
If you know me
I keep a bomb bae
My life is live on a calm day
Wake up everyday a holiday
I gotta reason to smile today
Okay Okay
I want it all
Shooters all around me
We supposed to ball
Throw that paper in the air
Watch it all fall
Money ain't a issue buy the whole mall
I want it all
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Yeah
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Take a look at my drip
30k on my wrist
Chrome spokes on my whip
Bad bitches all around me
Wanna show me off on the gram
They know who I am
I want it all
I want it all
Michael J Foxx - I Want It All Lyrics
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I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
They asking how did I make it
I put in all this work in
I got a lot of drive
Now take a look at my ride
That's a compliment to my drive
That ain't a lease
That's paid fo'
House on the hill
I own that
Cherry Pie
I roll that
I'm in the 6
I'm be makin hits
And it's all legit
I used to trap
Sellin crack
Flippin packs
Now I'm countin stacks
Since Way back
I always had a vision for that
And thats all real
All real
Now it's all real
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Take a look at my drip
30k on my wrist
Chrome spokes on my whip
Bad bitches all around me
Wanna show me off on the gram
They know who I am
I want it all
I want it all
Take a look at me
A nigga made history
Started from the ground up
My name started ringing bells
I got my funds up
If they lock me up
I'm making bail
Now they wanna hate
Cuz I made it
Now I celebrate
And get faded
Now every days a Friday
Hittin top speed on the highway
Gotta dealership in my driveway
Mix the orange juice
With the Bombay
If you know me
I keep a bomb bae
My life is live on a calm day
Wake up everyday a holiday
I gotta reason to smile today
Okay Okay
I want it all
Shooters all around me
We supposed to ball
Throw that paper in the air
Watch it all fall
Money ain't a issue buy the whole mall
I want it all
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Yeah
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Take a look at my drip
30k on my wrist
Chrome spokes on my whip
Bad bitches all around me
Wanna show me off on the gram
They know who I am
I want it all
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
They asking how did I make it
I put in all this work in
I got a lot of drive
Now take a look at my ride
That's a compliment to my drive
That ain't a lease
That's paid fo'
House on the hill
I own that
Cherry Pie
I roll that
I'm in the 6
I'm be makin hits
And it's all legit
I used to trap
Sellin crack
Flippin packs
Now I'm countin stacks
Since Way back
I always had a vision for that
And thats all real
All real
Now it's all real
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Take a look at my drip
30k on my wrist
Chrome spokes on my whip
Bad bitches all around me
Wanna show me off on the gram
They know who I am
I want it all
I want it all
Take a look at me
A nigga made history
Started from the ground up
My name started ringing bells
I got my funds up
If they lock me up
I'm making bail
Now they wanna hate
Cuz I made it
Now I celebrate
And get faded
Now every days a Friday
Hittin top speed on the highway
Gotta dealership in my driveway
Mix the orange juice
With the Bombay
If you know me
I keep a bomb bae
My life is live on a calm day
Wake up everyday a holiday
I gotta reason to smile today
Okay Okay
I want it all
Shooters all around me
We supposed to ball
Throw that paper in the air
Watch it all fall
Money ain't a issue buy the whole mall
I want it all
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Yeah
I want it all
Yeah
I gotta ball
Yeah
They prayin that I fall off
I'm a prove them wrong
Take a look at my drip
30k on my wrist
Chrome spokes on my whip
Bad bitches all around me
Wanna show me off on the gram
They know who I am
I want it all
I want it all
Writer: Michael Earl
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