All I Want lyrics

[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, n*ggas 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)
n*ggas 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 n*gga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, uh, I need you, ah)
Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
So, baby, 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
f*ck from the club 'til the PM
Want a boss, well, you got it
Livin’ room like a lobby
Got b*tches 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)
Your credit cards get declined (Boss)
But on your timeline, you're ballin' (Boss)
All the bartenders is strippers
Know the real hustle n*ggas
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 n*gga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah)
Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
So, baby, 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 n*gga 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 n*gga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah)
Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
So, baby, 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 b*tches all over me
Pound-for-pound for that loud sh*t
And these broke hoes wanna smoke for free
A hunnid grand, they don't understand how I do it
Gold fashion, b*tches call me the sheik
Private jets, a n*gga f*ckin' the stewardess
And flew on some b*tches, that's when I pass 'em to me
Ha, ayy, girl, look what you done started
We the reason everybody came to f*ckin' party
And don't be actin' stupid 'cause that booty so retarded
If a n*gga had time, then a n*gga 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 motherf*ckin' rebel from the minute I started, yeah
[Bridge: Chris Brown, Meek Mill]
I know that you fake n*ggas 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 hear them 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 n*gga want is you, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, I need you, ah)
Liquor got me stuck, babe (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
So, baby, tell me what you want to do, yeah (Ah, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you)