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I Want It All Video (MV)




Performed By: MelloTheFellow
Featuring: Ezzy Angelo
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: BILLY SMITH, Terry Smith




MelloTheFellow - I Want It All Lyrics




[ Featuring Ezzy Angelo ]

The money, the cars, the clothes
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us, I Want It All

Kick my feet back and light the weed sack
And buy shit till my wife say we don't need that
Money ain't everything? Where you read that?
They gotta be deaf-dumb-blind
Money ain't everything, it's the only thing
And best believe I need mine
So let's stack the chips up and back the whips up and show everybody we shine
Nigga 'bout time
I see you finally got fire up under yo feet,
Instead of laying 'round all day watching Netflix and beating yo meat!
When money stop coming in, it's gon' bother you like Kanye do Skete
I gotta pay attention when I move I can't let life do me
Gotta be free, spread my wings, fly like a eagle
Keep my eagle under my classic Regal driver seat
Feeling good, "weed don't bother me"
Got vision far as eye can see, I need me 2 or 3
Hotels on a private beach
Investor make money while I sleep

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us, I Want It All

Aye! Not a men's bathroom, no need to stall
Gotta stack ya bread and invest to the point when you look at a hoe, she gonna drop them draws
I can see the future shining bright like jewelry
In exotic places pouring up, I'm in a brewery
Tryna beat her box like Spotem Gottem
How you gonna hate looking up from the bottom?
Don't have no fear in me, I'm not your enemy
Making investments like real life monopoly
There ain't no stopping me or my accomplishments
Niggas be shittin' like lactose intolerance
Blessings on blessings will come when you working
Might fly to an island and do an excursion
Ouuu, only one life that we get
I won't have to flex when y'all see the baguettes
I think I'm living my life like how it should be
Too many Kermits around being nosey tryna get close and sip all the tea
But I'm not with that, might as well ba-back 'cause how I see it, that shit's a disgrace
Everybody moving to their own accord, but I'm like Big K.R.I.T how I pick up the pace
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The money, the cars, the clothes
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us, I Want It All

Kick my feet back and light the weed sack
And buy shit till my wife say we don't need that
Money ain't everything? Where you read that?
They gotta be deaf-dumb-blind
Money ain't everything, it's the only thing
And best believe I need mine
So let's stack the chips up and back the whips up and show everybody we shine
Nigga 'bout time
I see you finally got fire up under yo feet,
Instead of laying 'round all day watching Netflix and beating yo meat!
When money stop coming in, it's gon' bother you like Kanye do Skete
I gotta pay attention when I move I can't let life do me
Gotta be free, spread my wings, fly like a eagle
Keep my eagle under my classic Regal driver seat
Feeling good, "weed don't bother me"
Got vision far as eye can see, I need me 2 or 3
Hotels on a private beach
Investor make money while I sleep

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us

I want it all, the money, the cars, the clothes
The real estate on that big ass lake
The heated up marble floors
I want the jewels, the plane
Make them think I'm selling cocaine
I want the haters! Who say a lot, but can't say they ain't pay us, I Want It All

Aye! Not a men's bathroom, no need to stall
Gotta stack ya bread and invest to the point when you look at a hoe, she gonna drop them draws
I can see the future shining bright like jewelry
In exotic places pouring up, I'm in a brewery
Tryna beat her box like Spotem Gottem
How you gonna hate looking up from the bottom?
Don't have no fear in me, I'm not your enemy
Making investments like real life monopoly
There ain't no stopping me or my accomplishments
Niggas be shittin' like lactose intolerance
Blessings on blessings will come when you working
Might fly to an island and do an excursion
Ouuu, only one life that we get
I won't have to flex when y'all see the baguettes
I think I'm living my life like how it should be
Too many Kermits around being nosey tryna get close and sip all the tea
But I'm not with that, might as well ba-back 'cause how I see it, that shit's a disgrace
Everybody moving to their own accord, but I'm like Big K.R.I.T how I pick up the pace
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Writer: BILLY SMITH, Terry Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave


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