JG $tackhouse - Whatever It Takes (feat. B.TEE) Lyrics

Just wait till I get home to you
Moncler the jacket, it look like a suit coat
Doubled a cup of the syrup, no fructose
Had a lil chick that was foreign and shy
Met her at 7, and left, no Kukoc
I need my paper stacked up to the sky
Damn near eight foot tall, no Manute Bol
Wanna go out to Denver but it's too cold
Intoxicated, she blew me like a soup bowl
No Plans
She love me so she do whatever it takes
I wanna see you cry and put you in designer
Just to see denim tears down your face
Racks stuff down in a duffel bag
Balenciaga's packed in a suitcase
Hunnids, instead of flowers, in your bouquet
Drop the top, the chicken fly, this a coupe chase
Get on shrooms, now we watchin' the moon change
In the trap too deep like I'm LL Cool J
I'm on the green like I'm a motherf*ckin' pool table
Born in the 90s, grew up playin' Tomb Raider
Pray to the lord, everybody in my crew make it
A hustler for real, if I want I can boost cable
Only took half of the pill, gave the other to two ladies
My nigga was sippin' the drank
I had told him to put down the cup, but he can't cause he too lazy
Emotional
How you go from quoting all of my lyrics, to sayin' you hate me, you too dangerous
Loadin' up on ammunition, like I got a mission
I'm strapped up like Walker Texas Ranger
Fake the cough, and show the doctor pain level
Hi-tech, red scripts came with it
I just need my space right now
I've always told you
Just wait till I get home to you
I'd give anything
My baby, you've been my best, my only friend
She just wanna party
I just wanna listen
I think I'm too honest, and she don't pay attention
Move on one accord
We needed an extension
She never seen nothin' like me
Think I'm her fetish
Life gettin' better, don't care to explain it
Lay there and turn you into edible arrangment
Pretty in the face like she Fancy, I'm Jamie
75 zips sittin' right there in the container
Her face Mona Lisa, Picasso I paint it
No Della Reese, but the way I been movin been touched by an angel
Bust on ya face, but sometimes I f*ck you like I love you
I just wanna give you my baby
Do you think about a nigga on a late night?
Do you turn to water every time you take pipe?
Do you, do you
Baby, swear I never owed you
Make a nigga wanna send payments
It don't get much better, this the top of the top
No Orville Redenbacher, but she f*ck with me for poppin' a lot
I had a days where I was makin' plays
And at the end of the day, it's two hots and a cot
Teremana, put two shots on the rocks
Had lunch with a cougar, we sippin' Ciroc
Promise that I'll do whatever it take
Just to take you anywhere that you want