I Want It All (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jose Guapo]
Young Guapo, Young Guapo, Young Guapo
Let's get it

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
(I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the jewelry (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the hoes (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the clothes (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the cars (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the money (I want it all, all, all)
I want everything, I want everything

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
You ever dreamed about something, then woke up and went and got it?
From a old-school Chevy to a foreign big body
n*gga, look at my closet
That's a whole lot of thousands
We don't look at no prices
n*ggas never be counting
I don't need no accountant, I count this sh*t by myself
I'ma keep on drinking lean, but I know it's bad for my health
I Moschino my belt
I'ma up on my wealth
And if she let in that pus*y, I'ma go Michael Phelps
We just some young wild n*ggas from the projects
And you can Google me, b*tch, I'm worth a big check
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
(I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the jewelry (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the hoes (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the clothes (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the cars (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the money (I want it all, all, all)
I want everything, I want everything

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Gang, gang, gang
Half a million in my [?]
Gang, bang, bang, bang
Get out of line and I'm pulling sh*t, man
Me and my n*ggas rep the same gang
Haters, they'll lay up under you
Used to be broke, I got my money up
If you n*ggas fall, help your homie up
I got my MAC-11, I got my Tommy tucked
(f*ck n*gga, little n*gga, little n*gga)
No, these n*ggas, they don't want no war with us
(Little b*tch, little b*tch)
They don't want no war with us (f*ck n*gga)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to feel on her tits
I'm 'bout to give her some di*k
I'ma just put her away
I'ma just put that little b*tch in my grandmomma's crib
Got racks in my attic, yeah
They know I'm a savage, yeah
Did so many bad things, I might not go to Heaven, yeah
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
(I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the jewelry (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the hoes (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the clothes (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the cars (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the money (I want it all, all, all)
I want everything, I want everything

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Two b*tches, five b*tches, ten b*tches, need all the b*tches
Five-car garage
Five cars with a V12 engine, all different
I'm in DC, rocking old-school Scottie Pippen's
Young n*gga came from the trenches
Look at me now, momma, I done did it
Got a personal stylist, everything fitted
We ran up the digits, we ran up the money
Hood, but I dress like I come from another country
Saint Laurent cheetah, it's a jungle
Money, cars, clothes, I want it
Catch a cold, I might catch pneumonia
I want your b*tch, she can't pick up 'til the morning
I want it all, I want it all, they [?]
MONY POWR RSPT, I'm Tony
n*gga playing about my money
Have the young n*ggas pull up on you
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
(I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the jewelry (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the hoes (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the clothes (I want it all, all, all)
I want all the cars (I want it all, I want it all)
I want all the money (I want it all, all, all)
I want everything, I want everything