Testo All or Nothing - Diddy feat. French Montana & Wiz Khalifa
Testo della canzone All or Nothing (Diddy feat. French Montana & Wiz Khalifa), tratta dall'album MMM
Huh? Like the Super Bowl
It's us against them
Bad Boy, Coke Boys versus everybody
I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing
Don't give me nothing
Ayo French, yo talk to 'em
I want it all or nothing, these niggas be frontin'
These niggas be frontin'
You done came here with nothing, you gon' leave here with nothing
You know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm talking about?
She came here with nothing, she gon' leave with nothing
I was born with nothing, gon' die with nothing
My dope strapped, I just die for nothing
You came in frontin', came out with nothing
My whole team stunting, neck full of gold
I'm high and drunk, don't listen to me
Smoke OG with Puff, got Christian with me
Came from the block, you was bitchin' with me
Hop on this yacht, come fishing with me
All these bad bitches taking pictures with me
All the police taking pictures of me
New Lambo, old pistol with me
Cooking out the bando, out the window with me
I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing
Don't give me nothing
Ayo French, yo talk to 'em
I want it all or nothing, these niggas be frontin'
These niggas be frontin'
You done came here with nothing, you gon' leave here with nothing
You know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm talking about?
I want it all
You want it too but shit I want it more
I had to ball
I spoke to Ye, he said I am a god
You can't take it with you, you might as well ball
I take from the rich and I give to the poor
I want it all or nothing, gon' give me nothing
I was born with nothing, gon' die with nothing
They ain't give me nothing so I owe 'em nothing
I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing
Don't give me nothing
Ayo French, yo talk to 'em
I want it all or nothing, these niggas be frontin'
These niggas be frontin'
You done came here with nothing, you gon' leave here with nothing
You know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm talking about?
I want all the weed, I want all the cheese
I want bad bitches from overseas
I need my dick sucked, that mean on your knees
I roll a paper plane, go where I'm supposed to be
I'm probably in the clouds and I ain't looking down
No problems, I got all smiles
The niggas with me, they all wild
Counting money, let it all pile
They been waiting for a long while
For a young nigga with his own style
She hit my phone and I go to her house
Give me that brain, told her open her mouth
Know what I'm 'bout
Money, marijuana, pussy, some things that I don't go without
Come to my house
Probably get lost, have you stuffing
Weed in cones, you won't make it out
I be so high that I'm floating
Shit, now she open
Talking 'bout she want a real one
All these bitches, I don't feel none
Hundred thousand dollar bills, on
The road another thousand dollar meal
I'm a king and all my niggas loyal, still taking bitches
Fuck her crazy for the thrill
I ain't tripping on you niggas cause I'm making paper
Laugh now, she gon' fuck me later
Smell the KK from the elevator
No phones, they investigators
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Puffy Combs, Glenda Proby, Esteban Crandle, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Karim Kharbouch, Michael Clervoix, Rashad Alexander Johnson, Paris Jones, Aaron Michael Sr Rogers
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