I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? My foot pressed on the gas 'Til everything done on the dash I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? (yeah) Saint Laurent to the toes And I don't chase nothing but a muthafuckin' bag I'm so obsessed with this cash baby I'm so obsessed with these racks baby Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby I'm balling bitch, check out the stash baby I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap Pour up that oil and go get it homie Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up) Far as y'all and your two cents I swear to god, I give two shits I'm Eric Wright 'bout the money stacks Get 'em Eazy-E But still I'm Ruthless 30 deep and we at Mastro's 40 deep and we at Ruth's Chris Whole hood through the back door Who the fuck 'gon tell us that we too thick I remember when I saw my first mill Same night, I was making new shit I ain't saying that to brag to you neither I'm just telling you some truth shit It's so much lying going on nowadays You can't even tell when it's truth, shit And I don't want a dime from you for it Just remember who the truth bitch Before you take a step in my pair Check twice, make sure the shoe fit You play with the youngin' Ima have them gunners swoop in On some shoot out the roof shit That's a promise and a threat too Better make ya next move ya best move Cause little quicker with them chess moves Even kings fuck around and get tattooed I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? My foot pressed on the gas 'Til everything done on the dash I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? (yeah) Saint Laurent to the toes And I don't chase nothing but a muthafuckin' bag I'm so obsessed with this cash bae I'm so obsessed with these racks bae Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby I'm balling bitch, check out the stash baby I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap Pour up that oil and go get it homie Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up) '07 I was seventeen Had them 16's that was hella mean Wide-eyed on the I-side Try and pull up in some shit they never seen Flow switch from my old shit But I could kill this tune and let the metal sing F's up and the flag's red But the green be over everything (what) Now the young nigga brackin' Count papers to the passion It's middle fingers to the pastor And my ex is hatin from the past tense You get to the top from the muthafuckin' bottom You got a reason to brag then Paint a pretty penny for a nigga image Eighteen hunnid for jeans that I'm saggin If you hatin niggas, bring a bag in They don't like you winnin, keep a mag then Self-made, I'm a mogul baby I could make a mill of the ass end Pull up in the S6-trey, big boy this is not a Jag bitch Pockets lookin like a fat bitch Mix a nigga with the rap shit I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? My foot pressed on the gas 'Til everything done on the dash I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? (yeah) Saint Laurent to the toes And I don't chase nothing but a muthafuckin' bag I'm so obsessed with this cash bae I'm so obsessed with these racks bae Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby I'm balling bitch, check out the stash baby I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap Pour up that oil and go get it homie Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up)