All I Wanna Do lyrics

by

Royce da 5'9"


[Intro]
What wh-wh-what what what, n*gga {​7X}​
Yo.. c'mon with it n*gga
This for my n*gga right here, strictly for my n*ggas
What, turn it up, turn the.. turn the level up

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
All we wanna do is make money
That's all that we wanna do
Long as y'all n*ggas don't f*ck with us
Then my crew don't f*ck with you (feel me, n*gga bounce)
All we wanna do is make money
That's all that we wanna do
Y'all n*ggas, if you think about f*ckin with us
Then my crew gon' f*ck with you

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, yo, yo.. how many n*ggas wanna be
On the receivin end of a bullet; thugs, keepin it real
Stay heated with steel, I can see dude that you killed
And watch me flee to Brazil
You don't wanna make nothin of this
Naw, I ain't nothin to this, ain't nothin to spit
f*ckin with me gets you nothin but hit
Openin up clutchin the fifth, somethin just n*ggas must admit
5'9" n*gga with game, knowin all enemy names
Sendin ten at the same shots through ten in your Range
Into your brain, hearing at the end of your reign
Uhh, ain't sh*t sweet
All y'all n*ggas gon' know when I finish
That I can get when I put my mind to it
And all y'all n*ggas gon' know when I finish
That I can get when I put my nine to it
I'm here to get the goods in mass amounts
Give it back to the hood, pass it out
Get a brand new house, cash it out
Got a problem with it n*gga? We can blast it out
You hate this, runnin through holes like shoelaces
Here to make a statement
Even if it means puttin you under the pavement
Drop while I'm foamin at the mouth for dough, money I taste it
Everybody gotta have a heart as core
And it seems that it's always yours
But it never drip-drops in a storm
When it rains it'll always pour (what?)
Y'all n*ggas know the deally wit me
All y'all n*ggas sound silly to me
And I gotta believe, if you ain't feelin me
That you gotta be harder to please to feel it to me
Feel this, n*gga bounce
[Hook] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Royce Da 5'9"]
What, what? We tryna take over the world
Any n*gga with ears that can hear or comprehend
Ain't one n*gga livin I'm scared of
All my n*ggas'll be jumpin in
And for any n*gga thinkin that he out of his sh*t
Snatched out of his whip
Fed to the dogs, get an ultimatum or pick
As to what he wanna get hit by - the rott or the pitt
Up in the 'burbs, chillin with nothin but birds
We cash checks on the third
And when I say that I'm out for the green
You know a n*gga mean every aspect of the word
(Yeah) Walk the street
It's a n*gga that stalk you, chatterin your teeth
Runnin your mouth until I pull out with the heat
Tellin you that talk is cheap
And it'll cost you true King of the king
n*gga with more beef than a war chief you can't defeat nor beat
Smile at the sight of a thug, then I go right for the blood
This n*gga thought he was cold so I hit him with more heat
(Blaow!) n*ggas don't even deserve to breathe
How the f*ck is you servin me?
I'm the n*gga with the pump ready to dump all nine shots
Until your body turn burgundy - want war n*gga?
You don't wanna f*ck with this, what's all of this
You might as well un-ball your fist
You think the real n*ggas fight with fists?
Let me be the first to tell you that it's all a myth
I ain't playin with y'all n*ggas, it ain't a game
Real n*ggas recognize the real
So when I aim, I aim to hit
And I came to spit sh*t you feel
Feel this (feel me)
[Hook] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Outro]
What wh-wh-what what what, n*gga {​15X}​
What, n*gga, what, n*gga
What wh-wh-what what what, n*gga!
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