All I Want lyrics

[Intro: Adrien Broner]
Ayy

[Chorus: Adrien Broner]
I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back
n*ggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that
I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match
You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back
Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these n*ggas know about me
Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E
I see you n*ggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance
You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

[Verse 1: Adrien Broner]
100 thousand in my Nike box, my bougie b*tch she like to shop
I can't pronounce the car I got, you see me when I drop the top
I'm feeling upper echelon, you n*ggas just a replica
My jewelry is irregular, you n*ggas need to step it up
Just put three hundred on my wrist, I stay clean 'cause I'm filthy rich
She told you she was celibate, she let me f*ck 'cause I'm the sh*t
I'm the real, you counterfeit, you n*ggas is so fraudulent
All these diamonds got me lit, they loud, I think they arguing
Yea I got a big gun, chopper got a big drum
The Benz I got like Redd Foxx, I promise it's the big one
I'm really out here in the game, you n*ggas keep the bench warm
So I can't trust no b*tch 'cause
[Chorus: Adrien Broner]
I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back
n*ggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that
I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match
You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back
Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these n*ggas know about me
Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E
I see you n*ggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance
You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
One in the morning, I'm going hard
Walking 'round with the foreign broads
Living my life like a rockstar
Before it came I could say I saw it
n*gga play games, up with the rod
I'ma fly in the sky like a shooting star
So much money could get me a black card
Steady dranking on Act, ain't no Wockhardt
Posted up, steady watching for cop cars
Twenty-four seven, we going in
Thirty-eight baby a block boy
We gon' trap round the clock from ten to ten
Spend it, it's coming right back again
Float 'round the city with Ben-10
Shootin' dice, me and AB
Shoot a ten then bet the ten
Shootin' dice, me and AB
Shoot a ten then bet the ten
[Chorus: Adrien Broner]
I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back
n*ggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that
I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match
You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back
Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these n*ggas know about me
Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E
I see you n*ggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance
You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand