All I Ever Wanted

All I ever wanted, was mo' paper Stackin' that paper, where's my paper All I ever wanted, was mo' bitches Stackin' a milli, throwin' big titties All I ever wanted Mo' paper (Mo' paper) Mo' paper (Mo' paper) Mo' paper (Mo' paper) All I ever wanted Told her I'm a man of my word Lil bitch she told me I'm third Tellin' that bitch hit the curb Tellin' that bitch put in work I'm stylin' out with the fur Never ever gettin' curved I'm pullin' off with the new, trynna stop me get swerved I got the bag on alert, she lookin' at me she know she gettin' murked Louboutin on Louis Vuittion only bust down damn she cute I'm eatin' on Grey Poupon, bitch, weed is so loud ain't no mute I'm on the block in a few, chillin' just me and my crew Flashin' out designer, drip drip, too fine, yeah Bitch I'm too fire, sneak diss, oh my oh Amok kid, hella' fly Amok kid, drip hard A bathing ape camouflage Balenciaga du-rag Get your snack and watch Or get your camera out, it's fuckin' amok time Spread my wings and fly, with my head in the clouds Shinin' like a star, PH fuckin' rockstar Wassup you need me now, used to sell a dime That's my early prime Turning out sublime, trynna be rich fo' life All I ever wanted, was mo' paper Stackin' that paper, where's my paper All I ever wanted, was mo' bitches Stackin' a milli, throwin' big titties All I ever wanted Mo' paper (Mo' paper) Mo' paper (Mo' paper) Mo' paper (Mo' paper) All I ever wanted Five bucks in my dunks, yeah Chain on my jeans, yeah Cali in my green, yeah Jelly in my lean, yeah It's a daily cuisine, yeah It's a movie scene See me on your screen Put on firescreen Amok boy ain't fuckboy Amok boy I'm just schoolboy Amok boy playin' with the police Amok boy I ain't no phonie Amok boy I ain't no junkie Amok boy ain't talkin' baloney Philip Krus, please give me money All them thotties wanna lick my body Philip Krus got superfly shawty Take her in my world, always cloudy Yeah my mind is so fuckin' knotty 5 a.m I'm walking like a zombie She wanna ride, she of the molly She's so juicy, call her milady Always protect her, she's my queen bee Know how to party, she a trap queen She's a smarty, not fuckin' re re A shiver through her body, yeah, she's crazy Give me head, pull up on a highway We so high, laid her on the driveway She so nasty, fuck her in the hallway I love her and I know she feel the same But please, only on the weekends I got work baby I'm a busy man I'm a busy man, I got work baby i'm a busy man I'm a busy man I'm a busy man I got night calls on the trap phone They all need loan, but I'm loco Imma stack the O's, imma break bones Fuck the popo, it's a combat zone