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alex moore (rap) - all i want lyrics

intro: (whisper)

all i want, that’s all i want, that’s all i want

chorus:

do it the money, that’s all i want
bad b-tches coming, that’s all i want
smoking kush, that’s all i want
f-ck n-gga try me?
that’s all i want 5x
f-ck n-gga try me? that’s all i want
bad b-tches coming, that’s all i want
do it for the money, that’s all i want

verse:
(tightman)
ya, ya, ya!
money, power, respect, that’s all i want
set my team straight, that’s all i want
when i get on a song, straight murder that beat
ball on a n-gga like durk in this b-tch
if you want it i got it, soft serve that sh-t
in the booth go crazy, k!lled all your sh-t
duffle bag, duffle bag, duffle bag, n-gga
i love my team, all i want my n-gga
imma get f-cking cash and a whip my n-gga
f-ck all y’all n-ggas, except my n-ggas

(young dadon)
duffel bag, that’s all i want
young jack lew bout to get dollar signs tattoo
bad b-tch puts me in a good mood
i ball everyday and stunt once every blue moon
young dadon head honcho
ball out like i’m rondo
before i leave a n-gga, john doe
i control the game, hip-hop my console
my game!

chorus:

verse:
(hollow)
reaper gang in here, put your body in fear
riding with this nine, put it on your mind
got no time for y’all p-ssies, y’all rookies
ya, hold up, y’all need to do sh-t
money baby, that’s all i want
she got a donk, i smoke that gas
it’s that funk, p-ssy n-ggas y’all don’t
f-ck wrong with these p-ssy n-ggas, i’m sitting up on my throne

(pyrex)
all i want is that check, all i do is flex
s on my chest, ain’t no penetrating this, hold up
never gonna rest till i’m recognized as the best
f-ck your bullet proof vest, that beam at your neck
sever your leg, cut off your head
that’s chow time for the pigs
smoke gas till my death, till i deplete my on breath
lord answer my prayers, and deliver me from my nightmares

chorus:

verse:
(alex moore)
i do it for the money 20’s, 50’s, 100’s
get them girls from my section, unless they on that molly
she said she wants some money, lucky you my cheese as green as broccoli
lambo, rambo, k!ll y’all n-ggas off some mula sh-t (wow!)
call me roscoe dash, cause i’m running to the cash
and no one can stop me now, i’m flexing on these haters
i’m k!lling these n-ggas, duffel bag got me racked up
alex moore getting money and it won’t stop
f-ck n-gga trying to stop me, but my team is always winning
which means we’re michael phelps at the olympics
winning all this gold, getting all girls
f-ck bronze, cause y’all n-ggas gone pull out the fire arms (bang, bang, bang!)

all i want, all i want, all i want is cash
all i want, all i want, all i want is -ss
all i want, all i want, all i want is gas
all want i want is cash, all all all i want is cash

chorus:

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