This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Zaytoven
Migos! Metro!
I mean all I ever wanted to be
Y'all know what we wanted to be
Uh, rich!
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
(Quavo!)
Walk around with large amounts of guala on me (cash!)
I'm walking around with a pocket rocket, don't run up on me lonely
Bought my first Audi with the fish scale guts
Now I got the bitches, wanna fuck, they wanna cuddle up
Wanna come to the bando, knock two times then twist the handle
Got everything in stock, whatever you need, just ask me
I'm selling that kush to Asher, Rel Money, got a whole bag of Ashley
Money taller than mountains, drinking lean out of damn water fountains
She so bad gave me erection or eroused, whatever you call it
Bitch, me and my team been balling
Bet your label keep motherfucking calling
Woke up to a bitch this morning, got 16 new text message
10 of em' saying "go get to the guap", other 6 saying "Migos up next"
G-g-g-g-gone!
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
When I was a kid all I wanted was a hundred dollar bill
Now I'm 19, young nigga want 100 mil
Selling whole things, want an ounce? Can't bust the seal
Wanna be a trapper? Never serve a nigga where you live
In the Bando counting chips no poker, weighing bales of Okra
I got lots of O's, put my name right next to Al Capone
I'm a Wizard, Antwan Jamison
My plug ain't Kangaroo Jack, but he Australian
And he got crack sacks in the knapsack
Critics say I'm a product of my environment
Selling that dope to economists, menace to society
On the top of the mountain, you under me
Young nigga, I'm trapping and grinding
No scale for the workers, I'm eying it
You niggas still nickel and diming
Remix the dope and you niggas still buying it
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Fuck the rap game cause these rap niggas really ain't shit
I hop in the Audi, I hop in the Bentley
Fuck it I'm smashing that bitch
Young rich nigga with the Rollie wrist
Trapping and capping, I'm selling the birdie
You fuck niggas really ain't serving
Selling the bricks to the plug up in Berlin
Put the dope in the water, hit it with the egg beater
Sipping lean, yeah I'm good on tequila
My neck is so sick, got the measles
This for my my niggas that trap in the Regal
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Molly Santana's tall as a mountain
Put the molly on top of her tongue
She sucking and fucking, she ain't got no manners
Back to the basics, I'm counting these faces
My pockets inflating off trapping the babies
You niggas fugazy, my niggas, they strapped like the Navy
I'm the mayor, matter fact, I'm the president
Sipping on Actavis, like it's my medicine
Throwing the bird with accuracy, all of you niggas is amateur
Pull up in Phantoms, but trap out of Challengers
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Migos! Metro!
I mean all I ever wanted to be
Y'all know what we wanted to be
Uh, rich!
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
(Quavo!)
Walk around with large amounts of guala on me (cash!)
I'm walking around with a pocket rocket, don't run up on me lonely
Bought my first Audi with the fish scale guts
Now I got the bitches, wanna fuck, they wanna cuddle up
Wanna come to the bando, knock two times then twist the handle
Got everything in stock, whatever you need, just ask me
I'm selling that kush to Asher, Rel Money, got a whole bag of Ashley
Money taller than mountains, drinking lean out of damn water fountains
She so bad gave me erection or eroused, whatever you call it
Bitch, me and my team been balling
Bet your label keep motherfucking calling
Woke up to a bitch this morning, got 16 new text message
10 of em' saying "go get to the guap", other 6 saying "Migos up next"
G-g-g-g-gone!
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
When I was a kid all I wanted was a hundred dollar bill
Now I'm 19, young nigga want 100 mil
Selling whole things, want an ounce? Can't bust the seal
Wanna be a trapper? Never serve a nigga where you live
In the Bando counting chips no poker, weighing bales of Okra
I got lots of O's, put my name right next to Al Capone
I'm a Wizard, Antwan Jamison
My plug ain't Kangaroo Jack, but he Australian
And he got crack sacks in the knapsack
Critics say I'm a product of my environment
Selling that dope to economists, menace to society
On the top of the mountain, you under me
Young nigga, I'm trapping and grinding
No scale for the workers, I'm eying it
You niggas still nickel and diming
Remix the dope and you niggas still buying it
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Fuck the rap game cause these rap niggas really ain't shit
I hop in the Audi, I hop in the Bentley
Fuck it I'm smashing that bitch
Young rich nigga with the Rollie wrist
Trapping and capping, I'm selling the birdie
You fuck niggas really ain't serving
Selling the bricks to the plug up in Berlin
Put the dope in the water, hit it with the egg beater
Sipping lean, yeah I'm good on tequila
My neck is so sick, got the measles
This for my my niggas that trap in the Regal
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Molly Santana's tall as a mountain
Put the molly on top of her tongue
She sucking and fucking, she ain't got no manners
Back to the basics, I'm counting these faces
My pockets inflating off trapping the babies
You niggas fugazy, my niggas, they strapped like the Navy
I'm the mayor, matter fact, I'm the president
Sipping on Actavis, like it's my medicine
Throwing the bird with accuracy, all of you niggas is amateur
Pull up in Phantoms, but trap out of Challengers
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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