Kevan Dre - This, That & Everything Lyrics

Gimme this, gimme that, gimme everything
Want a Benz, a Rolex, all them fancy things
Working hard, then boss up, go and tell a friend
Oh my god, Kevan Dre dropped another track
Gimme that, go gimme that
My girl told me to give her that
Couldn't care what you fucking said
I'm coming straight for my fucking bag
Demi wanting that Louis bag
OtherUK where I'm shopping at
This jacket cost me like half a grand
Your whole outfit is half of that
Ay
It's tommy Hilfiger on me
I walked up in the club got these bitches staring at me
Grey goose in my system, on my wrist that GLD
This whole song is a flex and all you losers can't compete
Uh
You are just not on my level
Golden watch with that smooth bezel
We can't talk if you don't hustle
I see the cash then get it
Making music's automatic
If you fake well then I dead it
All you losers are pathetic oof
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme everything
Want a Benz, a Rolex, all them fancy things
Working hard, then boss up, go and tell a friend
Oh my god, Kevan Dre dropped another track
Louis V, Saint Laurent, and the new Celine
All my bro's got my back, like they are my team
Blvcklight glows in the dark, that's my company
Outside matte, leather black, whip an AMG
I said y'all pathetic
I told me, go get it
Young rockstar, I said it
This came automatic
Want it, I get it
I worked hard to get here
No co-sign, no label
But still I'm ecstatic
Humble ain't in my dictionary
Close your eyes cause I'm kinda scary
Treat me right and get treated fairly
Hate on me and then shit gets hairy
Living nice now the business growing
Ain't now way that I'll ever blow it
Shit gets deep when I'm feeling lonely
But right now all my cash is blowing
Trust me when I'm telling you
Most old friends got no love for you
Plan a plot, they try stabbing you
In your back, trust I lived it through
If they sus, just cut em off
Safe your mentals, it ain't a loss
They ain't right, so you better boss
Tell them hoes they can fuck right off oh
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme everything
Want a Benz, a Rolex, all them fancy things
Working hard, then boss up, go and tell a friend
Oh my god, Kevan Dre dropped another track
Louis V, Saint Laurent, and the new Celine
All my bro's got my back, like they are my team
Blvcklight glows in the dark, that's my company
Outside matte, leather black, whip an AMG
Vroom! (Gimme that!)

Gimme this, gimme that, gimme everything
Want a Benz, a Rolex, all them fancy things
Working hard, then boss up, go and tell a friend
Oh my god, Kevan Dre dropped another track
Gimme that, go gimme that
My girl told me to give her that
Couldn't care what you fucking said
I'm coming straight for my fucking bag
Demi wanting that Louis bag
OtherUK where I'm shopping at
This jacket cost me like half a grand
Your whole outfit is half of that
Ay
It's tommy Hilfiger on me
I walked up in the club got these bitches staring at me
Grey goose in my system, on my wrist that GLD
This whole song is a flex and all you losers can't compete
Uh
You are just not on my level
Golden watch with that smooth bezel
We can't talk if you don't hustle
I see the cash then get it
Making music's automatic
If you fake well then I dead it
All you losers are pathetic oof
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme everything
Want a Benz, a Rolex, all them fancy things
Working hard, then boss up, go and tell a friend
Oh my god, Kevan Dre dropped another track
Louis V, Saint Laurent, and the new Celine
All my bro's got my back, like they are my team
Blvcklight glows in the dark, that's my company
Outside matte, leather black, whip an AMG
I said y'all pathetic
I told me, go get it
Young rockstar, I said it
This came automatic
Want it, I get it
I worked hard to get here
No co-sign, no label
But still I'm ecstatic
Humble ain't in my dictionary
Close your eyes cause I'm kinda scary
Treat me right and get treated fairly
Hate on me and then shit gets hairy
Living nice now the business growing
Ain't now way that I'll ever blow it
Shit gets deep when I'm feeling lonely
But right now all my cash is blowing
Trust me when I'm telling you
Most old friends got no love for you
Plan a plot, they try stabbing you
In your back, trust I lived it through
If they sus, just cut em off
Safe your mentals, it ain't a loss
They ain't right, so you better boss
Tell them hoes they can fuck right off oh
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme everything
Want a Benz, a Rolex, all them fancy things
Working hard, then boss up, go and tell a friend
Oh my god, Kevan Dre dropped another track
Louis V, Saint Laurent, and the new Celine
All my bro's got my back, like they are my team
Blvcklight glows in the dark, that's my company
Outside matte, leather black, whip an AMG
Vroom! (Gimme that!)