Have It All lyrics

by

Uncle Murda


[Hook]
Big plate, big dinner, b*tch I'm a made n*gga
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody, me and my gravedigger
{I'ma have it all, I'ma have it all, I'ma have it, I'ma have it all}
Cool n*gga, smooth n*gga, girl I ain't playin' with ya
Get lost or get the picture, don't let the gate hit ya
{I'ma have it all, I'ma have it all, I'ma have it, I'ma have it all}

[Verse 1]
Shorty psychic
See, we just met and she know how I like it
I piped it, told her I'm the one she should spend the night with
I hyped it, juiced her, Kama Sutra, my timing's super
King, ruler, won't nobody do ya like I'ma do ya
Screw ya bring them to see ya, see Kia likes the ladies too
Two different sets of hands, oops, look what you made me do
That body made for Blue, low down dog and player
That maybe true, Mercedes cool, since 1982
G'd up, feet up, talkin' big and smokin' weed up
Right and left hand on the D cup now lay down and put your knees up
Can you keep up? I raise my level
Pick up my pace, if you break down, I guess I gotta settle
Pick up your face
I ain't gon chase, them b*tches chase me
All the way back to the crib, from AC to taste me
They on my sh*t, I'm 'bout my flip, know how to stock a grip
My life is real, ain't nothin' silver spoon or chocolate chip
'Bout time I hit
[Hook]
Big plate, big dinner, b*tch I'm a made n*gga
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody, me and my gravedigger
{I'ma have it all, I'ma have it all, I'ma have it, I'ma have it all}
Cool n*gga, smooth n*gga, girl I ain't playin' with ya
Get lost or get the picture, don't let the gate hit ya
{I'ma have it all, I'ma have it all, I'ma have it, I'ma have it all}

[Verse 2]
Nah, ain't no hello, be stiletto back to the f*ckin' ghetto
Local n*gga, foreign pedal, handle the f*ckin' metal
Money's the devil, pus*y follows right behind
I'm out my mind who want say it's not my time?
I'm 'bout my hustle, 'bout my grind
I'm so high, and I don't even know why
I'm still here wasting time with you, you got to go ma
No I'm not them other n*ggas, that fall in love with b*tches
See I'm a different kind, I'm out here gettin' mine
I've got a money smell, top-down, no f*ckin' L
Glock down, I'm smokin' big, trapped inside this f*ckin' hell
You want all he got, Gucci, Prada, Chanel
Louis, Chloe and Fendi, bread and a two-door Bentley
My hood polluted, there's shootin', boostin', and prostitution
Ain't no snoozin', that brings losin', just keep the product moving
I wake up with my G, that's how it has to be
If I ain't mack on these b*tches, then they'd be macking me
[Hook]
Big plate, big dinner, b*tch I'm a made n*gga
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody, me and my gravedigger
{I'ma have it all, I'ma have it all, I'ma have it, I'ma have it all}
Cool n*gga, smooth n*gga, girl I ain't playin' with ya
Get lost or get the picture, don't let the gate hit ya
{I'ma have it all, I'ma have it all, I'ma have it, I'ma have it all}
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