Everything I Got

[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