4 acessos
More if a feen for a whole lot of things,
Everything I wanna cop, I only seen in my dreams
Everything i wanna cop seem to surpass my means,
I may as well hustle and distribute some samples to feens,
Money i want the green man I want the cream
What I Want, is to live laboriously,
I stay in some cheeks you know I be menagin these freaks
I tap it from the back that way I get in deep
What I Want, is some prosperity
You heard me I want a crib nig with all of my peeps
I wanna porsch another cruiser and a couple of jeeps
I wanna trip out to Belize and smoke a few trees,
I want a female that's not scared to get on them knees
I wanna take a absence of leave, absolutely
From the work piece and think about selling that D
A couple of trees, the ready rock and extasy P
What I Want, Son is to get my cash
What I Want, Money is not to live in the past
What I Want, Cousin is to rule the world
What I Want, For once is to trust my girl
I need me the dough and the cash, cause I'm buildin my stash
I know I'm repeating myself the only way I'mma last
I wanna live that life that I see on TV
Fly down to Orlando and chill under palm trees
And holla at shorties in thongs with fatties
Spend about 3 Gs dog in lest than a week
Fly 1st class money with the window seat
With all of my peeps, eat whatever we wanna eat
I want my mom and pop dukes cous to live their life
I want em' trust in Christ cause homebody's aight
He'll protect your soul dad so don't put up a fight
And mom hit church on Sunday plus Wednesday night(MO)
Yeah I'm religious you I trust in God
I don't do everything right, but I'm trying hard
What I Want, is for You to take me in as your son
And Your last day You look at me and say ,"Well Done!"
What I Want, Son is to get my cash
What I Want, Money is not to live in the past
What I Want, Cousin is to rule the world
What I Want, For once is to trust my girl
What I Want, is a crib filled with guns
Fill em' up with Jerichos and revolvers son
What I Want, is to regulate my funds
Livin off my interest after stacking them ones
I wanna invest my cream so i can live my dream
I wanna, hook up my shorty with diamonds and rings
I wanna, get in this rap game so em' my skillz man
I was born in the dirty south but move to the beach sands
I want the chedder so I can live better
Fuck packing Berettas you still poppin shit then whatever
Don't make me go an sever your arms and sell all your leathers
After i rob yo monkey ass including your cellar
What I Want, is for niggs to stop poppin shit
About who I sound like, money sound this dick
Sayin, "You rap like dude you sound like he, you rap like b"
Nigga I sound like me.
What I Want, Son is to get my cash
What I Want, Money is not to live in the past
What I Want, Cousin is to rule the world
What I Want, For once is to trust my girl