I Want

[M-Child] [Chorus 2x]

I want a lot of money, hoes, and fast cars
Kamikaze medallion because I'm a star
Light-green in a perfectly rolled Philly cigar
(Light-green in a perfectly rolled Philly cigar.)

[M-Child]

Damn, who would think that I'd make it this far?
Young nigga, nineteen, fulfilling my dream
Player-haters assed out if they fuck with my team
Watching show, left and right, M-Child be what they scream
Fucking on hoes that I've never in my life seen
Vets and Navigators, park 'em in the driveway
Platinum and gold plaques, post 'em in the hallway
Two-story mansion up on the hill is where I stay
We barbequeing and getting to chewing everyday
I tell 'em for yes indeed, got clips that make you bleed
We'll plant your ass into the earth like a tree
Niggas who ready and scrapping harder than Mr. T
From the O.M.P, M-C-H-I-L, D

[Chorus 2x]

[M-Child]

I'm all about making scrilla', flippin' that green dough
I'm playing it for no hoe, player-hate, you gotta go
Nigga looking dummy from that Hennessey in my tummy
Fucking on soft scalps, telling me my dick is yummy
On the other hand, I've got plans, I'm living straight
Keep shit to myself, fuck trying to tell Ricki Lake
Kamikaze be the realest nigga, never be fake
Bring it how we bring it, nigga, like we'll blow you away
With hot slugs, you dealing with niggas who full of drugs
Never go to sleep, roam around like waterbugs
Better guard your chest, or your chest full of blood
I tell it like it is, Orange Mound be full of thugs
You dealing with coffins, with niggas that take shit
With niggas with no love, yelling, "I ain't no bitch."
You better stay in your hood, you ain't familiar with this
I'm dropping motherfuckers like I'm dropping hit after hit, bitch

[Chorus 2x]