Like, yeah
(Uh, let’s go)
Like, Vlone MEL (uh)
(Uh, uh)
Like I want it all
All the money, the cars, the clothes, the shows, the hoes
Like I want it all
Let’s get it started Cause I’m in this bitch wit’ the woes
Better not try to run up on me
Like you can get turned to a ghost
And all my shit is expensive
You can’t buy my shit from the store
And I’m ballin alone, like I’m really vlone
I took a L but lil bitch I’m back
I had to run up the righity racks
Like, stack it right up in the trap
I swear you think I was skinny (Uh)
The way I be running thеse motherfucking laps
Around thesе n**** that think they better then me
But I swear all of they shit it be wack
I pop a perky I feel like I’m flying
But yeah, lil bitch I’m in urus
She looking at me like she so curious
Fuck that lil bitch yeah, I make her delierious
Only here for the night yeah, you know I’m mysterious (Uh)
Pass her to bro now she tearing up
I be on p, like that’s on me
I swear if you pass me a beat ima tear it up
Like I want it all
All the money, the cars, the clothes, the shows, the hoes
Like I want it all
Let’s get it started Cause I’m in this bitch wit’ the woes
Better not try to run up on me
Like you can get turned to a ghost
And all my shit is expensive
You can’t buy my shit from the store (Yeah)
Like I Want it all, the broads, the shmoney, the jewels
Said “fuck fame” now they seeing me on the charts
Gotta make sure i stay on point
Always been on my Q’s & P’s from the start
Went thru this all before, No Deja Vu
Since Then I Had A Chrome Heart
I’ll was always destined to shine
Needed some polish, eventually I’ll make my mark
I did this shit on my own (on my own)
Kill two birds with only one stone
Locked into this new sound with vlone
Before Ballin’ MEL Been On The Road
This The Beginning, Not The Pilot
Ain’t Talking No Cruise Control
Your Favorite Rapper Got Caught Snitching
& I See Rats What You Condone
Like I want it all
All the money, the cars, the clothes, the shows, the hoes (yeah, yeah)
Like I want it all
Let’s get it started
Cause I’m in this bitch wit’ the woes (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Better not try to run up on me (Young marcus)
Like you can get turned to a ghost (yeah, young marcus)
And all my shit is expensive
You can’t buy my shit from the store (yeah, yeah)
Want it all, gotta get my shit
Give a fuck what they say (Say)
Make them feel pressure like breaking the bank
Slap his head on the curb, We left a new paint
I’m feeling disturbed, think I needa pray
Make his hoe run around like sha’carri (Sha’carri)
Niggas deep in this jungle, Safari (Safari)
A delinquent, I crash me a Rarri (Rarri)
Fuck on lil bitch, let her go, I ain’t sorry (Skrtt)
Greedy as fuck, I be wanting & wanting
Buy out the store but I kept on going
You the type of nigga make a hoe feel important
Fast lane musik (Skrtt) I’m gone (I’m gone)
I’m getting better
Ain’t nobody stopping me (stoppin’ me)
I ain’t hooping but nobody locking me (yeah)
Different breed, nigga cut from a different cloth (yeah)
I be fucking around just to piss em off (yeah)
Made this shit look easy
Might steal that hoe like Keke (Keke)
Go outta space, I’m E.T (E.T)
Denim tears in Balenci (Mhmm)
Exclusive shit no John Doe (Doe)
Fuck with me, he see that smoke (Smoke)
23 on the fucking coat (Coat)
100 plus degrees & I’ll still be cold
Fuck with me, you see I get it
Pour me half a pint, I still can’t feel it*
He talkin too reckless, that n**** be trippin’
She love some of me, she pissy, she miss me
She throw that shit back & we fly like a frisbee
I drip on a bitch, I leave that shit sticky
High as bitch, I be passing the ceiling
Bitch I’m one of one, not one in a million
They fucked up letting me run this shit (Uh-huh)
Lil bitch know I’m worth some shit (Uh-huh)
Down her throat, I make her cum (Uh-huh)
Pop my shit, I’m the shit (Uh-huh)
Young Marcus kill every beat (Uh-huh)
You can count on me to make a hit (Uh-huh)
I said what I said, believe it (Uh-huh)
I’m outta this bitch, say-less (Uh-huh)
