What I Want

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