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Ayo this shit like the superbowl It's us against them Bad Boy bitch Coke Boys Verse everybody I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing Don't give me nothing Ayo French, yo, talk to 'em I want it all or nothing, these niggas be fronting These niggas be fronting You know what I'm talking 'bout You came here with nothing, you leave here with nothing You know what I'm talking 'bout, you know what I'm talking 'bout She came here with nothing, she gon' leave with nothing I was born with nothing, gon' die with nothing My dome is strapped and she'll die for nothing You came here for them, came out with nothing My whole team stunting, neck full of gold, haaan I'm high and drunk, don't listen to this No OG or Puff, got Christian women She came from the block, it was picture women Hop on this yacht, come fishing with me All these bad bitches taking pictures with me All the police taking pictures of me New Lambo, old pistol with me Got bando out the window of it Songtexte I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing Don't give me nothing Ayo French, yo, talk to 'em I want it all or nothing, these niggas be fronting These niggas be fronting You know what I'm talking 'bout You came here with nothing, you leave here with nothing You know what I'm talking 'bout, you know what I'm talking 'bout I want it all You want it too but shit, I want it more I had a ball I spoke to Ye, he said "I am a god" Got no time though You know what I'm talking 'bout? You can't take it with you, you might as well ball You know what I'm talking 'bout? I take from the rich and I give to the poor I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing I was born with nothing, gon' die with nothing They ain't give me nothing so I owe 'em nothing I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing Don't give me nothing Ayo French, yo, talk to 'em I want it all or nothing, these niggas be fronting These niggas be fronting You know what I'm talking 'bout You came here with nothing, you leave here with nothing You know what I'm talking 'bout, you know what I'm talking 'bout I want all the weed, I want all the cheese I want a bad bitch from overseas I need my dick sucked, I mean, on your knees I roll a paper plane, go where I'm supposed to be I'm probably in the clouds and I ain't looking down No problems, I got all smiles The niggas with me, they all wild Counting money, let it all pile They've been waiting a long while For a young nigga with his own style She hit my phone and I go to her house Give me that brain, told her open her mouth Know when I'm 'bout, money, marijuana, pussy Some things I don't go without Come to my house, probably get lost Have you stuffing weed in cones you won't make it out I be so high that I'm floating Fucked this bitch and now she open Talking 'bout she want a real one All these niggas, I don't feel none Hundred thousand dollar bills on her Wrote another thousand dollar meal I'm the king and all my niggas loyal still Take your bitch and fuck her, crazy for the thrill I ain't tripping on you niggas cause I'm making paper Laugh now, she gon' fuck me later Smell the KK from the elevator No phones, they investigators Aus Songtexte Mania