My Needs Lyrics

Oh my, middle of the night

Fire cast a light on you

I slide, a little to the right (Dee B, got that)

Just so I am next to you (Mm, Darkboy)

And as the world goes 'round and 'round (I gotta focus on my needs, my needs)

You take my hand, as you leave the ground (I gotta focus on my needs, my needs)

Heart in the stars when you're around (I gotta focus on my needs, my needs)

I wanna fly with you

How you gon' say you my brodie? But you can't pop out at the function (Yeah)

Niggas talk 'bout how they up with the kid, but them niggas is bluffin' (Yeah)

I spend a K every week, smart with my money, I be

Saving these bills, not a bitch, count up so much, feel elite

Niggas be rats for the cheese, no, I don't fein for the beats

Give a fuck 'bout what you want

Feel like the one, so I gotta focus on my needs

She want a new SRT

I told a bitch "If you don't suck dick, walk yo fine ass to the streets"

Made all my numbers go up

Kept it a hunnid, and kept it a buck

Fit is so drippy, it's wetter than suds

Lit like a match and I'm lit like a blunt

Crew lit like a swisher, we drip on these niggas

Done built up some figures, you small, we look bigger

Don't symbol no shit that you don't know shit 'bout

You mouses get caught in a trap

W-W-Water on me, niggas still in a drought

Water on me, niggas still in a drought

'Member days when all my rap was a cap

Now I got drip that require a towel

And money coming in, it barely come out

You funny if you think I'm going broke now

For these new faces, I put on my shades

Counting blue faces, I just want the cake

I'm a new racist, I don't fuck with fakes

I'ma Liu Kang, kick 'em outta my way

Duffle bags stacked up, I got from the bank

I done got my racks up, and don't feel the same

We still shoot high, the top where I aim

How you gon' say you my brodie? But you can't pop out at the function (Yeah)

Niggas talk 'bout how they up with the kid, but them niggas is bluffin' (Yeah)

I spend a K every week, smart with my money, I be

Saving these bills, not a bitch, count up so much, feel elite

Niggas be rats for the cheese, no, I don't fein for the beats

Give a fuck 'bout what you want

Feel like the one, so I gotta focus on my needs

She want a new SRT

I told a bitch "If you don't suck dick, walk yo fine ass to the streets"

Can't sell my soul to no flow, gotta wish 'em well

Hope I hit shots that I throw in the wishing well

Mind on the dough, won't go broke, even in the cell

Heat that I speak burn ya toast, got the flow from hell

I'm proud of the burners I put on to win the race

Think like a winner, 'cause losers be minutes late

Not satisfied till I cash out in a different state

Drip on these niggas, my juice be the minute maid

You said you my brother, we going to high

I feel like I'm Noah, I'm in my U.I.

And the view up too, birds wing, bird eye

Now my view too huge, can't close my eyes (Uh)

Nigga, I'll never go bankrupt

Bankrolls on me, shawty want the wood, the plank, yeah

Running up the money, till I hop inside a tank truck (Skrrt)

Shoot a nigga and his bitchs' lace front

So much wood, can a woodchuck chuck?

Fuck up, tuff luck, pussy get punched up

No matter what you doing nigga you are not us

Pipe up, get cut, turn a duck to a dust

Uh-us

Uh-us, us, ay, ay, yeah

How you gon' say you my brodie? But you can't pop out at the function (Yeah)