[Intro]
808 mafia

(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
(Fuck is you waitin’ on, get everything you want)
(Fuck is you hatin’ on, get everything you want)
La-da-da, da-da (Get everything you want, get everything you want)
Jet Life, n***a yeh (Get everything you want, get everything you want)
Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life(Fuck is you waitin’ on, fuck what they hatin’ on)
Jet Life, Jet Life n***a yeh(Get everything you want, get everything you want)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In a hard-top trey, rollin’ down a one-way, just lit a J
Easy like a Sunday mornin’, even though it’s the middle of the week
Still tippin’ on these thirteens, and she showroom clean
And the hoe go, ya’meen
Quick off the line, peanut butter insides
Exterior brandy wine, damn she fine
Add that girl to my pocket of dimes, eight or nine, mistresses
Next in line, all them broads, want my time, super precious
Though they special, worth the effort, tennis bracelet, VVS’s
Matching necklace, Tiffany & Co, anklet I know that she wore to breakfast
Follow directions, and she recognise I’m a rare specimen
One of the best of them, and that’s word like testament
Trash your clique, recycle bin whatever left of them
Novice need not run up on veterans, Z06 ‘Vette I’m in
Haters chatter, G’s pull up and them n***as scatter
Don’t fuck around and get your plans shattered
Organise, we strategise, and we make it happen
Organise, strategise, make it happen, them other boys just rapping
808 Mafia
Get everything you want, get everything you want
Get everything you want, get everything you want
Get everything you want, get everything you want

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
That bitch a bad vibe, look how her tan lying
I’m in my Mulsanne, she blew me like a land mine
I treat a hooker foul, Don Logan, and-1
On a lick bare-face, smokin’ lace, with a handgun
Pull up on you like Kermie, and I’m Cam’ron
Flood the drought off in your desert with a sandstorm
Ain’t no love where I’m from, that’s what the fans for
Only bling n***a thinkin’ when the shells fall
Birds in the window, words on my cellphone
Gotta crack ‘em, tying tailbones with railroad
Act the fool cause I’m cool with the bail bonds
Shift changed when the beige, green, and yayo gone
All these open charges, and these Colt revolvers
Got a n***a feelin’ helpless, double heartless
I told that bitch that I’m the shit, ya heard me
Another lost soul done missed a sermon

(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
(… want)
(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
808 Mafia (Get everything you want, get everything you want)
(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
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(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
(Get everything you want, get everything you want)
(Get everything you want, get everything you want)