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You can have it all You can have it all You can have it all You can have it all When I was young I was told to ball. Money hidden in the wall I stand tall, I could never fall I started small and told my girl (you can have it all) 50 karats on to show it off New watch, new drop Fuck 'em all, I live above the law I move 'em all with one call [Verse 1: Berner] My phones ringing My chromes singing Bullets sting while he bleeds I'll be home leaning I'm in a foreign speeding Top floor of the four seasons Yeah we got the whole floor reeking Give me more, give me more Four gold pieces Coke money got you and your hoe speechless Nights without sleep 5 AM 2 stripper girls in my sheets I'm somewhere in the east counting paper I gave him 50 on the front and told him pay me later Got a hollow for a hater, a slug for a sucker, young gunners that'll kill for a real drug smuggler I have it all Three places beat three cases Briefcases full of white mens faces Take this white cup taste it And tell me how you feel when you wake up (You can have it all) [Hook] When I was young I was told to ball Money hidden in the wall I stand tall, I could never fall I started small and told my girl (you can have it all) 50 karats on to show it off New watch, new drop Fuck 'em all, I live above the law I move 'em all with one call [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] Glass dick smokers, 20 piece hole in the wall One a'int wanna fight for it, told him I'ma smoke it all Club chilling blowing green we against the wall We came to party but trip this clip [Hook] [Verse 3: Berner] Gold Rolex, gold ropes on my neck Pockets full of blue shit that'll end all stress In a minute I'ma send all ten I just got the word I wish never read that text In the mix for a while [??] 5 each, if I move these I'ma buy the [??] And before I hit the road its time to ball 40 shows, 5 grand each? Shit thats kinda raw Coke dealers love my shit, yeah they give me props I just wanna live forever like Big and Pac Ain't nothing cool about getting shot My homie droopie got hit They told him he would never walk This the city where I'm from where the powder makes the cokeheads numb FlyYou better keep bullets in that gun Two shots'll make his bitch ass run
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