Everything I Love - Waka Flocka Flame, Future, Trouble

Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love

Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love

Prepare for my dying day on everything I love

To my day on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love nigga, on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love put that on everything I love, FLEX, the money, FLEX,

the cars, FLEX, the bitches

Jackers looking at my motherfucker chain, grab it

Send a hundred shots through life line static

I’m from clayton county where the youngest cause havoc

I’m the prodigy, Bricksquad Mob Deep, Dark pair of shades you can call me easy-E

Nigga with that attitude you nothing like me

Now got me Ms. Scrooge nigga I’m like Scrooge

Got a fucking when I jump out nigga duck

That’s on everything you love six shotsat your mama house

Next thing you talk about flocka take the words

Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love

Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love

Prepare for my dying day on everything I love

To my day on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love nigga, on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love put that on everything I love

The money, the cars, the bitches

Million dollar house, basement full of plastic

Hung up on my permits bitch your son gonna be a bastard

On everything I love girl everyone you love

Monopoly, place no one above

Got this pimping in this club

What’s a nigga lightweight rappers

I send a hundred shots on way on everything I love

Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love

Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love

Prepare for my dying day on everything I love

To my day on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love nigga, on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love put that on everything I love

The money, the cars, the bitches

On everything I love for all my foes

And just women and dance clothes

This is my name I guess to rearrange

I ever felt in heart

I’m a show this world

Must be trying to get shot

But you know every

The heart attack money

But I ain’t trying

Into my dying day and even after that how you love that

You gotta love that

Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love

Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love

Prepare for my dying day on everything I love

To my dying day on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love nigga, on everything I love

On everything I love, on everything I love

On everything I love put that on everything I love