Chris Brown — All I Want Demo

[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 Renzel 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) [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)