[Intro: Lil Bean]
Fuck wrong with you, let me talk my shit
Yeah, yeah, psh, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
When we in the drought, I got money in the floor, it's choppers in the couch
I know a n***a say he outside in the house (He is)
I know a bitch that's from the Bay, her ass from the South
Bullets smell like anything, there's diamonds in his mouth
I know a judge that's tryna hang my other brother like a mount
God, you tellin' me I'm gettin' too much money, now I need accountant
All blue strips, can be a blind man and still count it
Young n***a, I'm still blowin' bands on the 'fit
I mix Chrome with the Rhude, Rhude with the Ricks
So much ice on me now, I'm cooler than a bitch
N***a, I ain't changin' up, stickin' to the script
I can make a fifty ball chillin' in my house shoes
At the game court side, chillin' like a scout dude
I know baby say she love me, what that shit amount to?
Gotta focus on myself, everything ain't 'bout you (Ayy)

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Everything, huh, ayy, huh
Designer stores, what I cop? Everything, huh
They ask me what I'm here for, everything, huh
Brodie want a switch on everything, ayy
Everything, uh, everything, huh
Every car, every ho, everything, huh
Lil' bitch, you want me to show everything? Huh
You would think we tryna knock down Wolverine, huh
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Ayy, she like, "Daddy, what you need?" I need everything (I need everything)
Berry Black & Milds back-to-back, this ain't Mary Jane (This ain't no weed, n***a)
Playin' in the streets without your pole, shit a scary game (Shit scary)
Nina got a beam with a pole, had to let it hang (Uh-huh, bah)
"DaBoii, what you need?" I need all of that (I need all of that)
Tryna phone pin me in the club, n***as callin' rats (N***as' nerds)
Fallin' off, never, n***as mad 'cause I was fallin' back ('Cause I was fallin' back)
Bitch hung up on me, alright, bet, I ain't callin' back (I ain't gon' do it)
Put that pape' in my hand, bitch, I need it (Bitch, I need it)
I only hit that bitch once, got her fiendin' (Got her fiendin')
And my young n***a ain't never been to church, he a demon (Yeah)
Playin' offense, then we touchdown on defense (FIFA, yeah)
Lil' n***a tried ride my wave, left him seasick (Yeah)
Bitch tryna choose up on a boy, need at least ten (Need at least ten)
Simpin' over hoes, writin' tweets, that ain't me, twin (That ain't me)
It's only one thing I wanna be, and that's be rich (On the gang)

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Everything, huh, ayy, huh
Designer stores, what I cop? Everything, huh
They ask me what I'm here for, everything, huh
Brodie want a switch on everything, ayy
Everything, uh, everything, huh
Every car, every ho, everything, huh
Lil' bitch, you want me to show everything? Huh
You would think we tryna knock down Wolverine, huh