Everything I Got

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] B-O-S, man T-O-N (Goose with another one) Sippin' out the tea cups, you dig? I wanna know why she so fresh (Damn) (Goose got another one) Hey [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Got this bitch who want a Yorkie, so I flew her to New York Hope your brother looking at the league, I know that boy won't stop What did I do to you to make you feel like this? Percocet, might pop a pill right quick 'Cause I can't feel my soul, and I can't feel my face, girl Tell me why you told them broke bitches our business They don't care nothing 'bout your feelings No, they don't know shit that we go through They don't even care 'cause they not there for you They just want your money, baby, get that through your skull They gon' strip you for everything you got, you gon' swear that ass was new I won't give you no hassle, baby If you feel yourself too much, take that shit back like Devin Hester, baby Grey hair, ain't gon' stress you, baby House so big, no neighbors near me And I ain't lying, believe me for that Baby girl, just trust me Love me for everything I got Everything I got Hold on, D voice (Ayy) [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan] Everything I got (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Everything, everything I got (Everything) Everything I got (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I say everything I got (Everything) Everything I got (Ayy, everything) Everything I got, I got it on my own (Everything, everything) [Post-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan] Everything I got (Woah, woah) I say everything I got (Everything) Everything I got (Woah, woah) I can say everything I got (Everything) I give my praise to God for everything I got (Everything) Everything (Everything, everything, everything, everything) Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything) Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything) Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything) Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything, everything) [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] More money, more problems More problems, more money When I was broke ain't have these problems 'cause these folk wasn't stuntin' I couldn't get nothing from nobody 'cause no one would trust me I was living with the hard body, could nobody bluff me Out my money, out my ho, out my sack I wouldn't fuck around with these fuck niggas that I know they have my back And I know that I made it, keep my trust in God I know I can't fall 'cause I got Money to the ceiling, they don't know about it That top drop with no ceilings, they don't know about it Ayy, shawty thick as fuck, them jeans, she pokin' out 'em I just want that throat, go 'bout het Go Go Gadget, go about your lady I don't want no play-ayy If you ain't gon' stay-ayy With me for the rest of the night Lost my mind, then I had to get a shrink (Psh, stop) Thought I was crazy, I had you thinkin' Yeah, those diamonds, I got 'em blinkin' Ooh, no soft, boy, I feel like meaning Ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bail– bailing me, filling life with fuckin' play, ayy, ayy Every bitch I fuck fall in love Every nigga gon' hate, I don't give a fuck [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan] Everything I got (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Everything, everything I got (Everything) Everything I got (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I say everything I got (Everything) Everything I got (Ayy, everything) Everything I got, I got it on my own (Everything, everything) [Outro: Rich Homie Quan] I give my praise to God for everything I got (Everything) Everything that I got (Everything) Everything that I got (Everything) Everything, everything, everything, everything Everything I got (Everything, everything, everything) Everything I got (Everything, everything, everything) Everything I got