Have It All

Lyrics

[Intro] Young Chop on the beat [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 1: Swagg Dinero] Okay, off the top, how I do this shit, I get a lot of niggas hatin' To me, that shit all good 'cause that's how we gon' get paid I'm a beast up in these True's, who the fuck is you? My niggas totin' tools, Bob the Builder on these dudes Too many Swishers, I can't roll 'em up Pass 'em to my bitch, yeah, she know what's up She bad as fuck and she drillin' quick Pass her to my man's and I bet he hit All my niggas reckless, tatted like some eses Liquor in my cup, speedin', no expressway The highway, yeah, that's my way (The highway, yeah, that's my way) Leave 'em dead in the driveway (Leave 'em dead in the driveway) Edai, you can have it all, all the drillers feel the same Told her, "I ain't no psychiatrist, but I want that brain" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 2: Lil JoJo] My niggas official, boy, they bound to kill (Bound to kill) Catch a opp, he gettin' popped just like a pill (Just like a pill) My niggas 'bout that life, so we keep the steel (They with it) It ain't no game in the field, boy, this shit is real Niggas snakes, so you better watch who you trust Same niggas you kick it with, same niggas that get you fucked up But I ain't with that tricky shit (I'm not) Smokin' dope, real dope, yeah, that sticky shit (Loud) I got a bad bitch, pretty face, she thick as shit Took her to the crib and gave her ass the dope dick She say, "JoJo, eat me!" I say, "No, bitch! (What's wrong with you?) What the fuck is wrong with you? You a thot, bitch" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil Mister] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all It's Montana, boy, I got the .40 by my draws If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all I'm in the field, this shit for real, boy, we don't play at all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Say hello, say hello to my little friend (Bang) Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all We sendin' shots, sendin' shots, boy, we don't play at all [Verse 3: Lil Mister] Bitch, it's Montana, I'm finna leave 'em all I got bands all in my pockets, finna spend it all I'm with some thots, they finna bop, we finna smash 'em all Cashin' out on you therms, finna hit the mall Young Chop on the beat, now, these fuck boys look really lost I'm in my zone, off the smoke, finna spaz on y'all I'm dreaded up, I got some ink, finna shift on y'all Never lacking, bitch, we packin' gats on y'all (Bang) I'm goin' crazy in the booth, dawg (Insane) My niggas hard body, we don't play at all We drillin' hard, but we don't fuck around I fuck your bitch and then she knock me down [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & P. Rico] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Shawty droppin' draws like she use the stall (Eater) If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all Yeah, we got that bag, so we love to ball (Racks) Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Chopper make noise, then these niggas fall (Blatt, blatt!) Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all (No lacking) Team No Lackin', thirty hit 'em all [Verse 4: P. Rico] Every fuckin' day, boy, we hit the mall Yeah, I'm with my niggas and my niggas dogs We fall out, we pass out the way we ball Shorty doing dicks, she ain't got no walls Coolin' on the block and my niggas buck Steady smokin' loud, smellin' like a skunk Steady rollin' loud in them Swisher blunts Your bitch, man, she a chewer, she gon' chew me up If we see a opp, then he better duck And if I ain't got it, then he gettin' stomped And then we hit the gas while he in the trunk Team No Lackin', you get fired up [Outro: P. Rico] Let's get it!