I need me a clip and a meg
I need me a bitch and a bag
No I cannot trust
No I cannot love
No I cannot
F*ck with a nigga that sus
I got me the sauce
I got me the juice
I pull up like Metro
Then I hit it and boom
I got me the gin
I got me the juice
I know my time close
And Im ready da blow
Hit off the snow
And Im ready da go
Hit off the line
And Im ready da die
Like the goat im alive
Put that on god
And I cover my eye
See my mind blown
And I'm ready da die
They cutting it close
And I'm hitting the line
They chopping it up
And im blowin my mind
They keeping it running
Im running my life
Gotta keep pushing
Cause Im outa time
These niggas don't know me
I don't gotta lie
Over here stutin
I need me my pie
Pull out my knife
And I need me a slice
I need me a piece
And I need me like five
Whip out the Lincoln
I need me that five
These niggas be hating
But I don't got time
Need me my cash
And I need me my money
I hate being broke
And I need me that honey
(Ayeeee)
Read about it
Read about it
Read about it
Read about it
Read about it
Read about it
I need me my money
I need me my stacks
People be hating
So I cannot lack
Over here stutin
I need me a plaque
Im never on time
But Im always on track