All I Want

[Intro: Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Chris Brown] I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more (It's the biggest) Yeah, niggas be seein’ me stuntin', know I'm gettin’ all these dollars (Breezy, Breezy and the boss) I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more (Uh) I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more (Young Renzel) Niggas be seein' me stuntin', know I got all these— (All I, all I need) [Chorus: Chris Brown, Rick Ross] Damn, look what you started (Let's see what's goin' on) We done turned my crib into an after party (I love this, I love this) And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey (Woo) Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you All I want is you (Coco), all I want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, uh, I need you, ah) All a nigga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, uh, I need you, ah) Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Don't fight it, tell me what you want to do, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Late night, I creep through the DM I put new feet on the BM She lipgloss up when she see 'em Fuck from the club ’til the PM Want a boss, well, you got it Livin’ room like a lobby Got bitches jumpin' on couches That’s when them things start to poppin' (Woo) New Edition to Bobby (Huh) No red carpet credentials (Uh) That Balmain dress show her nipples That twenty million I triple Just ripped the top off the 'Rari Biggest talk at the party (Boss) They credit cards get declined (Boss) But on your timeline, you're ballin’ (Boss) All the bartenders is strippers Know the real hustle niggas So in the back of the club We throw the dubs and the fifties, we boss [Chorus: Chris Brown] Damn, look what you started We done turned my crib into an after party And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you (Maybach Music) All I want is you, all I want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah) All a nigga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah) Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Don't fight it, tell me what you want to do, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you) [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (I need you) [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Hold up, hold up She was from the Eastside, where you wanna be side (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) Never, ever, ever made love on a G5 (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) Good on top with the head like a freestyle (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) She gon' have a nigga bring sand to the beachside (Woo!) We fly, we buy, we drop the Phan', see why The sand looks sweet like honey in the beehive, through it back, Eli (Eli) 'Cause she said she love this D, and I say I love that bod' (I do!) I think she in love with me 'cause that watch aboard, it say "love o'clock" (Huh!) I want more, I want more, if you want, I'm on tour We go to Paris to go to the store She was on paper, it wasn't at all We fall in love and we wasn't for sure like [Chorus: Chris Brown] Damn, look what you started We done turned my crib into an after party And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you All I want is you, all I want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah) All a nigga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah) Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Don't fight it, tell me what you want to do, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you) [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (I need you) [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Ha, it's bad bitches all over me Pound-for-pound for that loud shit And these broke hoes wanna smoke for free A hunnid grand, they don't understand how I do it Gold fashion, bitches call me the sheik Private jets, a nigga fuckin' the stewardess And flew on some bitches, that's when I pass 'em to me Ha, ayy, girl, look what you done started We the reason everybody came to fuckin' party And don't be actin' stupid 'cause that booty so retarded If a nigga had time, then a nigga would have bought it I'm too turnt up, I never say I'm sorry My car go vroom, it's a devil in my 'Rari Guns in the shovel for the dearly departed I been a motherfuckin' rebel from the minute I started, yeah [Bridge: Chris Brown, Meek Mill] I know that you fake niggas ain't real (Ha, ain't real) That's why we take your girls and make money, make money (Get money) A double cup and a whole bag of them pills (Why?) I get 'em on the pole and they shake somethin', shake somethin' (Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, let's get it) [Chorus: Chris Brown] Damn, look what you started We done turned my crib into an after party And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you All I want is you, all I want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah) All a nigga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah) Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Don't fight it, tell me what you want to do, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you)