All I Want Lyrics - Chris Brown

[Intro: Meek Mill, Chris Brown & Rick Ross] 

I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more 

This the biggest 

Yeah, niggas be seeing me stunting, know I'm getting all these dollars 

Breezy, Breezy and the boss 

I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more 

Uh, young Denzel 

Nigga still getting these hundreds, know I got all of these (all I want, all I need) 

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Rick Ross ] 

Damn, look what you started 

We done turned my crib into an after party, I love this 

And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey, woo 

Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you 

All I want is you, all I want is you, let's go 

All a nigga want is you, uh 

Liquor got me stupid 

Now, baby, tell me what you want to do, hey (all I want, all I need) 

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[Verse 1: Rick Ross] 

Not tryna creep for the DM 

I put new feet on the BM 

She lip gloss up when she see 'em 

Fuck from the club 'til the PM 

Want a boss, well you got it 

Livin' room like a lobby 

Got bitches jumpin' on couches 

That's when them things start to poppin' 

New edition to Bobby (woah) 

No red carpet, we [?] 

That Balmain dress show a nigga 

That 20 million'll triple 

Just took the top off the 'rari 

Biggest talk at the party 

Your credit cards get declined 

But on your timeline, you're ballin' 

All of the bartenders is strippers 

Know the real hustle niggas 

So in the back of the club 

We throw the dubs and the 50s, we boss 

[Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Damn, look what you started 

We done turned my crib into an after party 

And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey 

Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you 

All I want is you, all I want is you 

All a nigga want is you 

Liquor got me stupid 

Now, baby, tell me what you want to do, hey (all I want, all I need) 

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah 

[Verse 2: Meek Mill] 

Hold up, hold up 

She was from the Eastside, we don't want no beef side 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 

Never, ever, ever made love on a G5 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 

Good on top with the head like a freestyle 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 

She gon' have a nigga bring sand to the beachside (woo!) 

We fly, we buy, we drop the Phan', see why 

The sand looks sweet, like honey in the beehive, through it back, Eli (Eli) 

'Cause she said she love this D, and I say I love that bod' (I do!) 

I think she in love with me 'cause that watch aboard say love o'clock 

I want more, I want more, if you want more, I'm on tour 

We go to Paris to go to the store 

She was on paper, it wasn't a whore 

We fall in love and it wasn't for sure like 

[Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Damn, look what you started 

We done turned my crib into an after party 

And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey 

Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you 

All I want is you, all I want is you 

All a nigga want is you 

Liquor got me stupid 

Now, baby, tell me what you want to do, hey (all I want, all I need) 

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah 

[Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Damn, look what you started 

We done turned my crib into an after party 

And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey 

Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you 

All I want is you, all I want is you 

All a nigga want is you 

Liquor got me stupid 

Now, baby, tell me what you want to do, hey (all I want, all I need) 

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah 

[Verse 3: Chris Brown] 

Ha, it's bad bitches all over me 

Pound for pound for that loud shit 

And these broke hoes wanna smoke for free 

100 grand, they don't understand how I do it 

Gold fashion, bitches call me the sheik 

Private jets, a nigga fuckin' her stupid 

And flew on some bitches, that's when I'm passin' the meat 

Ha, ayy, girl, look what you done started 

We the reason everybody came to fuckin' party 

And don't be actin' stupid 'cause that booty so retarded 

If a nigga had time, then a nigga would have bought it 

I'm too turnt up, I never say I'm sorry 

My car go vroom, it's a devil in my 'rari 

Guns in the shovel for the dearly departed 

I been a motherfuckin' rebel from the minute I started, yeah 

[Bridge: Chris Brown & (Meek Mill)] 

I know that you fake niggas ain't real (ha, ain't real) 

That's why we take your girls and make money, make money (get money) 

A double cup and a whole bag of them pills (why?) 

I hear them on the pole and they shake something, shake something (let's get it) 

[Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Damn, look what you started 

We done turned my crib into an after party 

And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey 

Is put my hands on your body, just roll up with you 

All I want is you, all I want is you 

All a nigga want is you 

Liquor got me stupid 

Now, baby, tell me what you want to do, hey (all I want, all I need)