All I Ever Wanted Video (MV)

All I ever wanted, was mo' paper
Stackin' that paper, where's my paper
All I ever wanted, was mo' bitches
Stackin' a milli, throwin' big titties

All I ever wanted
Mo' paper (Mo' paper)
Mo' paper (Mo' paper)
Mo' paper (Mo' paper)
All I ever wanted

Told her I'm a man of my word
Lil bitch she told me I'm third
Tellin' that bitch hit the curb
Tellin' that bitch put in work
I'm stylin' out with the fur
Never ever gettin' curved
I'm pullin' off with the new, trynna stop me get swerved
I got the bag on alert, she lookin' at me she know she gettin' murked
Louboutin on Louis Vuittion only bust down damn she cute
I'm eatin' on Grey Poupon, bitch, weed is so loud ain't no mute
I'm on the block in a few, chillin' just me and my crew
Flashin' out designer, drip drip, too fine, yeah
Bitch I'm too fire, sneak diss, oh my oh

Amok kid, hella' fly
Amok kid, drip hard
A bathing ape camouflage
Balenciaga du-rag
Get your snack and watch
Or get your camera out, it's f*ckin' amok time
Spread my wings and fly, with my head in the clouds
Shinin' like a star, PH f*ckin' rockstar
Wassup you need me now, used to sell a dime
That's my early prime
Turning out sublime, trynna be rich fo' life

All I ever wanted, was mo' paper
Stackin' that paper, where's my paper
All I ever wanted, was mo' bitches
Stackin' a milli, throwin' big titties

All I ever wanted
Mo' paper (Mo' paper)
Mo' paper (Mo' paper)
Mo' paper (Mo' paper)
All I ever wanted

Five bucks in my dunks, yeah
Chain on my jeans, yeah
Cali in my green, yeah
Jelly in my lean, yeah
It's a daily cuisine, yeah
It's a movie scene
See me on your screen
Put on firescreen

Amok boy ain't f*ckboy
Amok boy I'm just schoolboy
Amok boy playin' with the police
Amok boy I ain't no phonie
Amok boy I ain't no junkie
Amok boy ain't talkin' baloney

Philip Krus, please give me money
All them thotties wanna lick my body
Philip Krus got superfly shawty
Take her in my world, always cloudy
Yeah my mind is so f*ckin' knotty
5 a.m I'm walking like a zombie
She wanna ride, she of the molly
She's so juicy, call her milady
Always protect her, she's my queen bee
Know how to party, she a trap queen
She's a smarty, not f*ckin' re re
A shiver through her body, yeah, she's crazy
Give me head, pull up on a highway
We so high, laid her on the driveway
She so nasty, f*ck her in the hallway
I love her and I know she feel the same
But please, only on the weekends
I got work baby I'm a busy man
I'm a busy man, I got work baby i'm a busy man
I'm a busy man

I'm a busy man
I got night calls on the trap phone
They all need loan, but I'm loco
Imma stack the O's, imma break bones
F*ck the popo, it's a combat zone