This is what you need, need ayy
I came with plenty racks
This is what you need
Wear my heart heart, on my sleeve hey
Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is
Cross my heart, the door ajar, unless its Bentley
Say you wanna turn my back
Dont go knock on my dawg door yeah, yeah
Im makin love to shawty, oh yeah
Hey sis, spend it up
Okay, you beat your cases and
You dont have to sell the can now sell the can now
And that fuckin ring look like the Grand Slam woah
Oh, Ima have to take a Bentley jet to transit woah
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out
Lost 30 million this year and thats with the shows out woah
I told em, Put the rest of it up, we got to hold out
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot
Them racists pockets full of big faces, getcha paid quick
Rock up on em and just face it bah
Open cases, guess they thought I was something to play with woo
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady woo
Tryna rob you, the chance is slimmer than shady yeah
She got a head long with the Maisons on, no basic oh yeah, yeah
She got me thinkin everybody round me cheatin yeah
These niggas basic, they need to face it
Ima turn off the light
Lil shawty, is you breathin?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly fuckin up every season oh
I took her out, see, and it changed me
I took her out, she know the pain, babe
You a hard-headed nigga, yeah
Fuck all that, though
No back and forth with them opp or them hatin hoes
No back and forth with them opp or your ratchet ass hoe
Hope you plan on growin up with your ratchet ass, yeah
La-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I dont wanna get no crown
Blessed with her heartaches
My heart gone