West Gura - What You Need (feat. Yxng Ba$$) Lyrics

Baby tell me what you want
Where you at
What you down for
Yeah, yeah
Baby tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I've been runnin' through these digits
So much bitches I can't breathe
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Cause' I've got lots of digits
I've been runnin' through the streets
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I've been runnin' through these digits
So much bitches I can't breathe
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Cause' I've got lots of digits
I've been runnin' through the streets
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you want
Buy you Gucci
I can buy you all that Saint Laurent
Give me all your kisses
Grant you all your wishes
Bentayga parked in back
Wipe you off my hit-list
We' been makin' plays
I've been ballin' hard
Spent like 23 at Louis
On the black card
And my songs are like these guns
Cause' they hit automatic
All these diamonds dancing on me
Olaf with these carats
(Yeah, yeah)
And I can take you
Out to eat wherever
With the crew
If you just surrender
I keep my circle tight
Girl that's no way to act
Trust me we can hit the gas
Cause' we've been livin' fast
Baby tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I've been runnin' through these digits
So much bitches I can't breathe
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Cause' I've got lots of digits
I've been runnin' through the streets
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I've been runnin' through these digits
So much bitches I can't breathe
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Cause' I've got lots of digits
I've been runnin' through the streets
What you need, what you need
Aye lil' baby what you need
I've got white and black and blue
And I've got purple and the green
Only flexin' with the team
Pourin' ounces in my lean
And I'll never miss a shot
I'm ballin' like I'm 23
Lean all in my Fanta
Got three hoes on me like Santa
Drop the top on my lil' Phantom
Thirty racks Amiri denim
Yeah I take a ride back home
And she's givin' all this dome
And I'm slayin' cocaina
But I ain't slangin' no dope
Trippin', I'm stuntin'
I'm flexin', you be frontin'
I'm chillin' with the roof down in my Lambo,
I be runnin'
I be skrt'n, I'm dirt'n
Lil' bitch she did me dirty
And I'm ballin' like I've got thirty racks on me
Baby thirty
Baby tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I've been runnin' through these digits
So much bitches I can't breathe
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Cause' I've got lots of digits
I've been runnin' through the streets
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I've been runnin' through these digits
So much bitches I can't breathe
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Cause' I've got lots of digits
I've been runnin' through the streets