Nick Grant - I Want the World lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant] You ain’t getting money my n***a f** is you doing Big Willie, couple hunnies right by the pool ledge Keep f**ing with Nick's it get ugly like Patrick Ewing All that whining over bread I swear I think it communion Man I got what you want, what this industry needed n***as thinking they cold, oh no you should have cheated Keisha blowing on reefer, she s** like she started teething Bet that chopper get to drumming like Sheila E on a remix She say you so dope, pray you don’t end up like Lou Lou Run but you can’t hide they gone find your a** like Google You ain’t trying to build they gone knock a n***a screw loose Reach that boiling point and they gone cook your Ramen noodle This is real sh**, spread love Take 6, n***a what is love, simply fear and hate mixed n***as can’t f** with me, living Theo Huxtably This is Maggie off the paci I’m just staying s**a free If you trying to make it happen got to run that sh** by me b**h you only love me when I post that fly sh** on IG f** police, dress code tuck your piece Trying to brush up on the game since they say we out of reach. Preach [Hook] I swear to god I’m on my way, but these p**y n***as trying to hate I swear they ain’t bout nothing, these n***as they ain’t bout nothing I’m still gone get this money yea And she said she can’t f** wit me Unless I’m popping on the TV screen But I swear she ain’t bout noting, these b**hes they ain’t about nothing I’m still gone get this money yea [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Damn I love this life money out the stash spot You ain’t from the hood never seen them like they sasquatch Tired of sonning n***as like they just moved out their dad’s spot Boy we balling pull up on your miss like a bad shot Money what we been bout gone ahead back the Benz out She pull that Phillip Lim out only thing sweet is the penthouse Let me know, if you got it bet some more Thought I told these n***as, that I got a flow for every coast This is god given cause the n***as like me rarely blow f** a million man I need a B I feel like Kelly Ro Love me I make the songs to f** me she f**ing dumb My local face on your arm, my tape is taking too long Bagging up all this green, I ain’t raking no lawn If everything is at stake, then make it filet mignon Watching these corny rappers. Look out they take your bars My n***as, street magicians, watch how they pull your card. For real [Hook] I swear to god I’m on my way, but these p**y n***as trying to hate I swear they ain’t bout nothing, these n***as they ain’t bout nothing I’m still gone get this money yea And she said she can’t f** wit me Unless I’m popping on the TV screen But I swear she ain’t bout noting, these b**hes they ain’t about nothing I’m still gone get this money yea