Leyone Tracks - Whole Lotta Everything lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] You ever been up in the front of a store line thinking about your grind Looking over everything your gonna purchase, is it worth it I mean was it really worth time times dollars earned At the moment you are not concerned I got this money in my pocket and my pocket burns In your brain your saying f** it and you go an make it rain on the cashier I ain't complaining but I made the same thing that I made last year I could do better, I could have a coupe and a groovy new sweater Whatever it takes to get my swag on 25,000 I could learn So, take a goal, aim at that, you can't relax Until you get your brain intact, to attack no distractions Bending backwards till you break your back, that's some real talk All these n***as fake throwing real salt They some in-face ingrates, better watch your sodium intake I been paid where the pen lays, up Like the kid is Dikembe, but That don't mean I ain't underwater near a squalid Leviathan range I don't need your sympathy, a sad song symphony, I let my own violin play Motherf** a hater, I wanna shove a pie in his face, then rub it in five minutes straight What I'm trying to say is you don't wanna become a demonstration of Them wack a** n***as that you be thinking of [Hook] I wanna whole lotta everything Who said work is important Don't need to do a damn thing for it Now go and get that champagne pouring I wanna whole lotta everything Who said work is important Don't need to do a damn thing for it... BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SWEET BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SWEET BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS [x4] [Verse 2] I want a whole lotta everything, literally I wanna cut a hole out of everything My soul is controlled by the petty things You ain't got a hold on a steady bling shimmer gold So that means you are extra Getting vexed at the checks that I build up instead of ya So you can keep your opinions, 'cuz to me they're et cetera And I'm way more ahead of ya My advice is ignore defeat Keep everything your gonna say short and sweet Instead of talking bout sh** that you can't afford Swallow on that bitter pill your forced to eat I know you need a meal and of course it's free While I take my j**els on a sporting spree You'll be lucky if your venture over to your cabinet have a can of Chef Boyardee You put your hands up to God like you spoil me While my squad and I chilling like royalty Burning gasoline like its spoiled meat And I ain't doing nothing to deserve it But got a swagger like I was birth with it Emerging with this flow that is murderous with a herbal hit to get me to slur a bit This music thing is just nourishment And I just happen to flourish in it So I'ma kick my feet up With my foie gras like I'm k**ing three ducks While you celebrate a broke n***a redux I'll be living in my life deluxe By the way yo can I hold three bucks... No, really. Let me hold something [Hook]