Everything Songtext
von Mike WiLL Made‐It

P-P-P-P-Premier
W-World fucking p-p-p-premiere
You don′t know Two-9, feel me?
These niggas wild, yo
You already know man, Two-9, La Familia
Shit get crazy, shit get crazy
What up Two-9?

Instead of loading the chopper, I'd rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
I′m at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back, so nigga, move if you want
'Cause we want
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything


Designer my clothes and my drugs
I pull up in skinnies at clubs
Your bitch on my dick, she come to the crib
She passed around, no love
My niggas they skating and dealing
She saying the money appealing
Ain′t worried ′bout what a fuck nigga gon' say
All the real niggas say they gon′ feel it
Said I got bosses all on my denim

Bands stuffed up in 'em
My bank card and my face card hold the same weight, I′m chilling
Smoking weed while I'm rolling weed, and I′m drinking too

Not one gram of my new dutch, ho, I need two

Uh, just a bunch of young niggas getting paid
She gon' smoke but she never get saved
Drop a song but they never get played
Blunt full of kush, my closet got Bape
Drop a tab and I'm straight

These other niggas too late
Said my niggas got now
These other niggas gotta wait


Instead of loading the chopper, I′d rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
I′m at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back, so nigga, move if you want
′Cause we want
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything

Run up in the crib like bunny
Give us all the drugs and the money
Give us all the ones and the hundreds
Smile when we done like it's funny
Blacked out nigga, he ain′t even see it coming
Caught him in the back where a nigga know we running
From the east side, my nigga, this nothing

Al Horford, Kyle Korver
Hit him with the Hawk, then it's all over
Going through the freezer and I′m running through the mattress
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, tell me where you stashing
Last name Bronson, all about action
Thirty-eight golden, let a nigga flash it
Uncle Sam grams, niggas still taxin'
Chopper gon' sing like a Braxton
Camera on the set but it′s still no acting
Caught up in the money and we still gon′ trap it, nigga

Now it's Alexander Wang and your bitch on my wang

I fucked her in the rain, she almost broke my chain
Murakami on the plane, what the fuck you sayin′?

We don't want a little, we want everything

Instead of loading the chopper, I′d rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
I'm at your house and I′m black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back, so nigga, move if you want
'Cause we want
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything