[Intro]
(808 Mafia), Young Guapo
Young Guapo
Metro Boomin want some more n***a
Young Guapo, let's get it

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the jewelry, I want all the hoes
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the clothes, I want all the cars
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the money
I want it all, I want it all
I want everything, I want everything

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
You ever dreamed about something then woke up and went got it?
From an old school Chevy to a foreign big body
N***a look at my closet, that's a whole lotta tags
We don't look at no prices, n***as never be counting
I don't need no accountant, I count this shit by myself
I'ma keep on drinking lean but I know it's bad for my health
I'ma skeet on my belt, I'ma up on my wealth
And when she let me in that pussy I'ma go Michael Phelps
We just some young wild n***as from the projects
And you can google me, bitch I'm worth a big check
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the jewelry, I want all the hoes
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the clothes, I want all the cars
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the money
I want it all, I want it all
I want everything, I want everything

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Half a million in my furniture
Gang, gang, bang, bang, bang
Get out of line and I point at ya
Me and my n***as rep the same gang
Haters still live under ya
Used to be broke, I got my money up
If your n***as fall, help your homie up
I got a Mac-11, Mac in my tummy tucked
Know these n***as ain't want no war with us
Ain't want no war with us
I'm bout to feel on her tits
I might just give her some dick
(?) pull her whole way
I might just fuck the lil bitch in my grandmama crib
Got racks in my attic yeah
They know I'm a savage yeah
Did so many bad things
I might not go to Heaven yeah
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the jewelry, I want all the hoes
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the clothes, I want all the cars
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the money
I want it all, I want it all
I want everything, I want everything