[Intro: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]
B-O-S, man
T-O-N
(Goose with another one)
Sippin' out the tea cups, you dig?
I wanna know why she so fresh (Damn)
(Goose got another one)
Hey
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Got this bitch who want a Yorkie, so I flew her to New York
Hope your brother looking at the league, I know that boy won't stop
What did I do to you to make you feel like this?
Percocet, might pop a pill right quick
'Cause I can't feel my soul, and I can't feel my face, girl
Tell me why you told them broke bitches our business
They don't care nothing 'bout your feelings
No, they don't know shit that we go through
They don't even care 'cause they not there for you
They just want your money, baby, get that through your skull
They gon' strip you for everything you got, you gon' swear that ass was new
I won't give you no hassle, baby
If you feel yourself too much, take that shit back like Devin Hester, baby
Grey hair, ain't gon' stress you, baby
House so big, no neighbors near me
And I ain't lying, believe me for that
Baby girl, just trust me
Love me for everything I got
Everything I got
Hold on, D voice (Ayy)
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Everything I got (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Everything, everything I got (Everything)
Everything I got (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say everything I got (Everything)
Everything I got (Ayy, everything)
Everything I got, I got it on my own (Everything, everything)
[Post-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Everything I got (Woah, woah)
I say everything I got (Everything)
Everything I got (Woah, woah)
I can say everything I got (Everything)
I give my praise to God for everything I got (Everything)
Everything (Everything, everything, everything, everything)
Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything)
Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything)
Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything)
Everything that I got (Everything, everything, everything, everything)
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
More money, more problems
More problems, more money
When I was broke ain't have these problems 'cause these folk wasn't stuntin'
I couldn't get nothing from nobody 'cause no one would trust me
I was living with the hard body, could nobody bluff me
Out my money, out my ho, out my sack
I wouldn't fuck around with these fuck niggas that I know they have my back
And I know that I made it, keep my trust in God
I know I can't fall 'cause I got
Money to the ceiling, they don't know about it
That top drop with no ceilings, they don't know about it
Ayy, shawty thick as fuck, them jeans, she pokin' out 'em
I just want that throat, go 'bout het
Go Go Gadget, go about your lady
I don't want no play-ayy
If you ain't gon' stay-ayy
With me for the rest of the night
Lost my mind, then I had to get a shrink (Psh, stop)
Thought I was crazy, I had you thinkin'
Yeah, those diamonds, I got 'em blinkin'
Ooh, no soft, boy, I feel like meaning
Ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bail– bailing me, filling life with fuckin' play, ayy, ayy
Every bitch I fuck fall in love
Every nigga gon' hate, I don't give a fuck
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Everything I got (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Everything, everything I got (Everything)
Everything I got (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say everything I got (Everything)
Everything I got (Ayy, everything)
Everything I got, I got it on my own (Everything, everything)
[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
I give my praise to God for everything I got (Everything)
Everything that I got (Everything)
Everything that I got (Everything)
Everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything I got (Everything, everything, everything)
Everything I got (Everything, everything, everything)
Everything I got
