Video musicale
Video musicale
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Louie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
King Louie
Songwriter
Testi
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just want it all, all
I just want it all, all
****, I be stunting, yeah
I just want it all, all
[Verse 2]
I just wanna ball, I know I be stunting
I just want it all, go get you some money
I just want it a-a-a-all
I just want it a-a-a-all
And I'ma tell 'em, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now go get you some money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I just want it all
[Verse 3]
I just want it all, I just wanna ball
I might take ten K out the bank and spend it all
I like my money fast, don't like for bands to stall
Run up, I pop off, don't got no time to brawl
All I do is spend, all I do is win
Tell me drop the top 'cause she love the wind
Be in fucking sin, I'm balling like I'm Lin
With the chopper in the Benz
Steady counting bands, shopping with my dead friends
A band for the lenses, just to check my vision
I do what I want, I don't need no permission
Gangstas what they isn't, I just might get 'em missing
My bitches with the shit, are the shit, look they kissing
We be smoking dope and we be sipping
Hiding in the foreign, let me close my curtain
They loving the crew, King Louie, Lil Durk now
O-T-F, MUBU gang, we banding on 'em certain
[Verse 4]
I just wanna ball, I know I be stunting
I just want it all, go get you some money
I just want it a-a-a-all
I just want it a-a-a-all
And I'ma tell 'em, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now go get you some money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I just want it all
[Verse 5]
Bands on top of bands, paper cuts on hands
From all of these new bands
Three hunnids on them pants, just to show my ass
Those were for them hitters
Tell them free the drillers, all my **** hustlers
Some of them is killers, some of them is crackers
Some of them drug dealers
Trying to get it all till they lock or till they kill us
Go hard for the city, so the world can feel us
All about my bags, thirty in my mag
Doing good, smoking good, do a bitch bad
Homicide swag, popping bottles, popping tags
I know these haters mad, **** broke and that's sad
Sonning all these ****, I'm the number one dad
My luck should be bad, speeding in the black Jag
Always in the air, what they know 'bout jet-lag
Every day I'm MUBU, tell them **** start a stack
Racks on racks on racks
[Verse 6]
I just wanna ball, I know I be stunting
I just want it all, go get you some money
I just want it a-a-a-all
I just want it a-a-a-all
And I'ma tell 'em, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now go get you some money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I just want it all
Written by: King Louie


