PnB Rock – Want It All (feat. Styles P) letras

PnB Rock – Want It All (feat. Styles P) letras

[Hook]
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything

[Verse 1]
Spit it for the streets cause I know that’s what they want
When it come to work for them fiends I got that A-1
When I say that A-1, I ain’t talkin’ steak sauce
Bitch I’m talkin’ 9, 10, quarters and them 8 balls
Spit it for the jails know what it [?] feel like
Prolly ain’t gon’ be a fucking star but bitch I still
Rest in peace to Moe
I miss ’em we was drill type
Shit, ain’t a day ain’t around [?]
All I do is get high, fuck bitches, get fly
Blowing money fast while these niggas barely get by
Don’t know how they falter
Niggas always broke, man
But everywhere you go them fiends always wanna smoke, man
And I’ma get it right back
Put your chopper to the sky and wave it side to side
She keep it real high ’til the law come
And when they come, just pray
Just cause they make the law, we gon’ break it
That’s real shit
Real niggas do real things
Loyalty is a lifestyle that niggas don’t live, man
Lean told me that when I was upstate
Did a little bid, he was real cause he wrote me back
Real nigga facts, I sold crack to my man mom
Can’t change the past nor I can predict the future
This the gutter that mean it was real like Martin Luther
I had a dream I would make it some day
No job, DCC5, shit I was slanging yay
Know what I do is wrong, that’s why everyday I pray
[?] life of a [?] and continue with my name
Shit, fuck it I can’t help it I’ma muscle up
Movin’ weight these niggas still pushing double up
Been doing this since my bitch was playing double dutch
And we the same age since a youngin’ I was cuttin’ up
Chop it up raw, hood on smash
58, 12 skinnies put it in the bag
That was in the past this the present time
Nigga need work you say hoe let me call my line
‘What’s up Watt I need a couple jaws’
Like nigga why you cussing on my fucking phone
Ain’t God called back [?]
I got what you need just bring my cash
Send my youngin’ on a mission bring that chicken back
[?] flippin pack
Where they do that at, not around here
And if you not from ’round here no need to come around here
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I jsut want it all, I just wanna ball
Me and my homies spending millions at the mall
Came a long way from hustling up in the hall
Waiting on a trip for customer to call
Baby want the crib with the waterfall
Balmain, Hermes, vacations in the fall
Vacations in the winter in tropical resort
100 P’s in the town that I’m tryna cop ’em all
Tryna knock ’em off, then tryna cop some more
You was told that tough shit this what the Glock for
You tell these hoes you married
My niggas ain’t from Houston but we let them rockets off
You ain’t doing shit but you said you poppin’ off
You really got that bag and drop it off
This is PnB Rock and Ghost from D-Block
I want it all if it’s dirty money give me a detox

[Hook]
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything