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IWIA Video (MV)




Performed By: An6eL
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Angel Jimenez




An6eL - IWIA Lyrics
Official




I want it all
I want the riches
I want my passport filled with kisses
Three wife's
Two on the side
Both em my mistress
I want it all
Real estate with the click
No more 50/50 splits
No more pillow talking with a trick
No more waiting for that check to hit
I want the diamonds
I want the game
I want the money the power the fame
Italian up to the brim
Speak bad on me
Get stomped w these timbs
Don't call me a friend
If its not moves or about weight
Don't call me again
Don't even try to pretend
Excuses is for losers
And i am not losing
I want top shelve clothes
I want the whole crowd screaming my name
I want a bs detector
To detect all my threats
I want heat Seeking misses
To show me
Who im not vibing with
I want my days ones all around me
When these groupies trying to get lit
I want designer shades
Maybe custome made
Vvs like im johnny dang
I want to network
Till my head hurt
Balling till my legs hurt
Shaking hands with the top 1
Like dam man my life has begun
In this life ain't no reruns
Save my self like a prenup
All these labels tryna sign me
But naw
My man I am not dumb
Attorneys round me posy
We take em down like Ali
I want the skydweller 42 mill with the rose gold bracelet
Travel the whole world different time zones while this music pays for it
I want a amangiri rentals
Booked every night for a whole year
That's 100k coming every month & I ain't stopping there
I want international properties
And they all close to the beach
Bad women all lined up
And they all waiting for me
I want foreign models
All on my line
Putting me in they mentions
Talking about we can all hang
Come and save me from these trenches
Buy a Airbus 319 VIP PRIVATE JET
Make it a home or rent it out
I haven't decided yet
Living in the sky
Like I stay hella high
Take em out cause im drone high
I want a phalanx ciws
Cause enemies stay close by
I want to be questioned bout my bags
When TSA get on my case
LLC's in different states
Cause I move like I got hella weight
Sending my top models
Spending hella dollars
Have em dress in lingerie
At least I would say
-
No care for
When im up charged
It'll mean nothing to me
A snake gets what they give out
I ain't never been no thief
No more buying cars from the dealership
I got no time for that
Send that pink slip in the mail
Or at least to one of my pads
Registration say An6eL
Halo color . . the whole whip
Sounds like a bat from hell
Way I take off out this strip
Turn a island
Into a city
Name it after my moms
Have the cops under my belt
Like an update with a mod
My whole city is OP
We riding round like mob deep
Sponsors in my dms
From
Channel to Versace
Rocking Fendi
Smelling tropic
Whipping exotics sloppy
Super models all on my stick
My chauffeur stays with a blick
Whipping mansory rolls royce E.W.B
Caviar and macha tea
Blue guts with hella cheese
Blacked out
Bullet proof the whip
Riding to my crib
My driver topping me off
Before I step outta this ish
She knows me like a homie
That's the end of this story
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I want it all
I want the riches
I want my passport filled with kisses
Three wife's
Two on the side
Both em my mistress
I want it all
Real estate with the click
No more 50/50 splits
No more pillow talking with a trick
No more waiting for that check to hit
I want the diamonds
I want the game
I want the money the power the fame
Italian up to the brim
Speak bad on me
Get stomped w these timbs
Don't call me a friend
If its not moves or about weight
Don't call me again
Don't even try to pretend
Excuses is for losers
And i am not losing
I want top shelve clothes
I want the whole crowd screaming my name
I want a bs detector
To detect all my threats
I want heat Seeking misses
To show me
Who im not vibing with
I want my days ones all around me
When these groupies trying to get lit
I want designer shades
Maybe custome made
Vvs like im johnny dang
I want to network
Till my head hurt
Balling till my legs hurt
Shaking hands with the top 1
Like dam man my life has begun
In this life ain't no reruns
Save my self like a prenup
All these labels tryna sign me
But naw
My man I am not dumb
Attorneys round me posy
We take em down like Ali
I want the skydweller 42 mill with the rose gold bracelet
Travel the whole world different time zones while this music pays for it
I want a amangiri rentals
Booked every night for a whole year
That's 100k coming every month & I ain't stopping there
I want international properties
And they all close to the beach
Bad women all lined up
And they all waiting for me
I want foreign models
All on my line
Putting me in they mentions
Talking about we can all hang
Come and save me from these trenches
Buy a Airbus 319 VIP PRIVATE JET
Make it a home or rent it out
I haven't decided yet
Living in the sky
Like I stay hella high
Take em out cause im drone high
I want a phalanx ciws
Cause enemies stay close by
I want to be questioned bout my bags
When TSA get on my case
LLC's in different states
Cause I move like I got hella weight
Sending my top models
Spending hella dollars
Have em dress in lingerie
At least I would say
-
No care for
When im up charged
It'll mean nothing to me
A snake gets what they give out
I ain't never been no thief
No more buying cars from the dealership
I got no time for that
Send that pink slip in the mail
Or at least to one of my pads
Registration say An6eL
Halo color . . the whole whip
Sounds like a bat from hell
Way I take off out this strip
Turn a island
Into a city
Name it after my moms
Have the cops under my belt
Like an update with a mod
My whole city is OP
We riding round like mob deep
Sponsors in my dms
From
Channel to Versace
Rocking Fendi
Smelling tropic
Whipping exotics sloppy
Super models all on my stick
My chauffeur stays with a blick
Whipping mansory rolls royce E.W.B
Caviar and macha tea
Blue guts with hella cheese
Blacked out
Bullet proof the whip
Riding to my crib
My driver topping me off
Before I step outta this ish
She knows me like a homie
That's the end of this story
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Writer: Angel Jimenez
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