Tola - Grammy (feat. Jace) Lyrics

Pablo, Andy
(Yeah)
(What I want though?)
Yeah
What I want
What I want
What I want
What I want
I wanna Grammy (I wanna Grammy)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the family)
I wanna charter the PJ
I wanna yacht in Miami (Yeah)
I wanna Grammy (Yeah yeah)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the fam)
I wanna Basquiat (Yeah)
I wanna Pablo, Andy (Yeah yeah)
I wanna Grammy (I wanna Grammy)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the family)
I wanna charter the PJ (PJ
I wanna yacht in Miami (Yeah yeah)
I wanna Grammy (I wanna Grammy)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the family)
I wanna Basquiat (Yeah)
I wanna Pablo, Andy
I dunno where to start
I want expensive art
I wanna girl I can trust (Yeah)
Someone to share my heart (Share my heart)
I wanna share my thoughts (Ouh)
With the entire world (Yeah)
I wanna exotic shawty
Skin on cinnamon swirl
I wanna buy a Ferrari (Skrt)
Do Donuts til I earl (Skrt)
Go nuts on the furs (Yeah)
Talking mink not squirrels (Yeah yeah)
I wanna make say ouh (Ouh)
Them make say "ungh" (UH)
I wanna master p tank
With 15s in the trunk
Want 50k like Waka
Wanna bring back Dunk (Dunk
Want that attitude era
No CM PUNKs
I wanna travel round the world and get cultured
I want the Forbes list spot next to Oprah
I want the cheat code to life
I want three shows a night
I want three hoes on stand by
When my freak ho get tired
I wanna live like I'm retired
I wanna big bag of the fire
I wanna piss a hater off
I wanna make my mama smile
I wanna Grammy (I wanna Grammy)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the family)
I wanna charter the PJ
I wanna yacht in Miami (Yeah)
I wanna Grammy (Yeah yeah)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the fam)
I wanna Basquiat (Yeah)
I wanna Pablo, Andy (Yeah yeah)
I wanna Grammy (I wanna Grammy)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the family)
I wanna charter the PJ (PJ)
I wanna yacht in Miami (Yeah yeah)
I wanna Grammy (I wanna Grammy)
I wanna feed the family (Feed the family)
I wanna Basquiat (Yeah)
I wanna Pablo, Andy
(Yeah Yeah)
I wanna f*ck me up a check up in Follies (Ay)
I wanna f*ck with no mileage (Uh)
Want me a bitch who be stylish (Uh)
Want me a bitch who's a stylist (Uh)
I wanna big f*cking bag
Put my little kid through college (Yeah)
She wanna big f*cking bag
So I took the bitch to Prada (Yeah)
I want all my exes to still love me while they gotta nigga
I want a lot because my family got a lot of niggas (Yeah)
I want them commas after commas yeah a lot of figures (Ouh)
I want look like ima brand new f*cking lotto winner
Want my mama to be straight
Wanna take over the Peach state
Want marijuana smoke each day
Wanna pass blunts like a relay
Wanna pass haters on the freeway
With quick smirk
Brief wave
As I speed off
Like I'm Speed Racer (Skrt)
I wanna f*ck your baby mother and make songs about it (Yeah)
I wanna brand new big watch
I want all diamonds (Yeah)
I wanna make my city proud man I know they got me
I ain't realize that
Y'all niggas photocopy (Ouh)
I want hundreds in the safe (Hey)
Wanna paint a model face (Hey)
Wanna make my niggas happy (Hey)
Wanna make these niggas hate
Wanna make it all happen
So ima make a f*cking way (Ouh)
Shit I wanna make it rapping
But if I don't i'll catch a case
(Paul Ay)