I Want - M-Child

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.)

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

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