Favorite Things by ENYE Lyrics
CHORUS:
I want it all
Like Sharpay in the trilogy
Gimme the glitz and the glam
Count the money for me
Liberace
All my moments is televised
Dripping in Versace
Paparazzi get all my sides
Signs from above
Some might say that it’s the Christian in me
Fruits of My Labor
Farm to table
It’s nutrition for me
I just spit it
Like I’m Shakespeare
Ain’t a question for me
And if they doubtin' the potential
They obsessed over me
VERSE 1:
Might just be that New York, talkin' big bags
News flash! Keep’em coming back, likе Six Flags
Six figures, I don’t settle, sеven is bigger
Like a sex figure, always sell it, always deliver
This that Bronx mug
Bronx walk
That Bronx talk
Trynna paint a picture
Caravaggio, Bob Ross
I’m the new Supreme
Call Jebbia
Say, print the tee
Prince with golden rings
Purple reigning in overseas
Name another dude like me
Slick with the tongue
And the shoe game feisty, spicy
Fresh from out the box
Like a litter of kittens
Might just say the pussy talks
Only Grants and the Franklins
This that new money
Fresh, crisp, and no folds
It just do it for me
Cop jewels, some new clothes
Can’t knock the hustle
Even if you ain’t feelin’ it
Flow on ’96
With my fedora and cigar up in it
CHORUS:
I want it all
Like Sharpay in the trilogy
Gimme the glitz and the glam
Count the money for me
Liberace
All my moments is televised
Dripping in Versace
Paparazzi get all my sides
Signs from above
Some might say that it’s the Christian in me
Fruits of My Labor
Farm to table
It’s nutrition for me
I just spit it
Like I’m Shakespeare
Ain’t a question for me
And if they doubtin' the potential
They obsessed over me
VERSE 2:
Dreaming B.I.G
Medusa shades and my Coogi sweater
Ain’t know the weather
But known to weather
Ifs, buts, whatevers
Who’d ever question the thought proc?
No one could be me
That Don Juan, The Big John–
No one can see me
Red Lamborghini
Aventador
I’m matador
Y’all with the bull
No Otto Port
Y’all off the court
I might endorse y’all business if you could mind yours
All up in my biz
Would've thought I had you sign forms
It’s the lavish for me
It’s the carats for me
Birth stone cold
Diamonds
It’s the savage for me!
I’m so classically trained
Like ballerinas
Twenty tutus
Line ‘em like shots– tequila
Get familiar with the best
This the intro
Been the inspo
Been it, like pintos
Match my skin tone
They copy like Hewlett
Rock givin' Flinstone
I yabba dabba do it
CHORUS:
I want it all
Like Sharpay in the trilogy
Gimme the glitz and the glam
Count the money for me
Liberace
All my moments is televised
Dripping in Versace
Paparazzi get all my sides
Signs from above
Some might say that it’s the Christian in me
Fruits of My Labor
Farm to table
It’s nutrition for me
I just spit it
Like I’m Shakespeare
Ain’t a question for me
And if they doubtin' the potential
They obsessed over me
I want it all
Like Sharpay in the trilogy
Gimme the glitz and the glam
Count the money for me
Liberace
All my moments is televised
Dripping in Versace
Paparazzi get all my sides
Signs from above
Some might say that it’s the Christian in me
Fruits of My Labor
Farm to table
It’s nutrition for me
I just spit it
Like I’m Shakespeare
Ain’t a question for me
And if they doubtin' the potential
They obsessed over me
VERSE 1:
Might just be that New York, talkin' big bags
News flash! Keep’em coming back, likе Six Flags
Six figures, I don’t settle, sеven is bigger
Like a sex figure, always sell it, always deliver
This that Bronx mug
Bronx walk
That Bronx talk
Trynna paint a picture
Caravaggio, Bob Ross
I’m the new Supreme
Call Jebbia
Say, print the tee
Prince with golden rings
Purple reigning in overseas
Name another dude like me
Slick with the tongue
And the shoe game feisty, spicy
Fresh from out the box
Like a litter of kittens
Might just say the pussy talks
Only Grants and the Franklins
This that new money
Fresh, crisp, and no folds
It just do it for me
Cop jewels, some new clothes
Can’t knock the hustle
Even if you ain’t feelin’ it
Flow on ’96
With my fedora and cigar up in it
CHORUS:
I want it all
Like Sharpay in the trilogy
Gimme the glitz and the glam
Count the money for me
Liberace
All my moments is televised
Dripping in Versace
Paparazzi get all my sides
Signs from above
Some might say that it’s the Christian in me
Fruits of My Labor
Farm to table
It’s nutrition for me
I just spit it
Like I’m Shakespeare
Ain’t a question for me
And if they doubtin' the potential
They obsessed over me
VERSE 2:
Dreaming B.I.G
Medusa shades and my Coogi sweater
Ain’t know the weather
But known to weather
Ifs, buts, whatevers
Who’d ever question the thought proc?
No one could be me
That Don Juan, The Big John–
No one can see me
Red Lamborghini
Aventador
I’m matador
Y’all with the bull
No Otto Port
Y’all off the court
I might endorse y’all business if you could mind yours
All up in my biz
Would've thought I had you sign forms
It’s the lavish for me
It’s the carats for me
Birth stone cold
Diamonds
It’s the savage for me!
I’m so classically trained
Like ballerinas
Twenty tutus
Line ‘em like shots– tequila
Get familiar with the best
This the intro
Been the inspo
Been it, like pintos
Match my skin tone
They copy like Hewlett
Rock givin' Flinstone
I yabba dabba do it
CHORUS:
I want it all
Like Sharpay in the trilogy
Gimme the glitz and the glam
Count the money for me
Liberace
All my moments is televised
Dripping in Versace
Paparazzi get all my sides
Signs from above
Some might say that it’s the Christian in me
Fruits of My Labor
Farm to table
It’s nutrition for me
I just spit it
Like I’m Shakespeare
Ain’t a question for me
And if they doubtin' the potential
They obsessed over me