Whatever You Need

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ChillinIt] Homegirl bought her a place With her dad and she likes the spot But that girl's got the jacks on her back 'Cause her old man still push keys like Microsoft You raid tombs on Lara Croft Pass the pot, pass parcels for larger drops Said I'd never be the dude that your father was But I bring fire to the booth like I'm Charlie Sloth But I still go fuck while her man's asleep She's got a package from Japan for me Bitch even cut a gram for me When her man's on a trip She puts Drake on and strips just to dance for me So I took her to the hoods like Hilltop Fuckin' bitches with the fifties and the ziplock Fist through the Gyprock just to stop hurting You're pissed off, fightin', sorry I'm not perfect Stop trying, I'm sorry I'm not worth it All we ever do is collide and it's not workin' Probably why I'm livin' my life and stay high all the time When I'm out in the ride, the cops search it I only fall for the ones that are fucked up Ha, Captain Save-a-Hoe Blakey knows that he never put hands on his bitch But his bitch still try put the hands on the AVO That's a low blow and below the belt Wait, I don't mind, she can fuck me off And tell her friends that I'm dead, I'm a dog in my head And in the end, she invites me to bed still to suck me off Probably why I never trust a thot It's cold heart, she's Mozart the way that she brush me off I get money, fuck the cops I'm still bustin' a shot in the air for the love we lost Check-check, soul's on a ride Raised on my real, roll on my grind Mull me a life and control of my spine All backbone, 'cause she's getting rolled 'til I'm high Back and forth, back and forth, that confuse you? It's probably why I couldn't leave ya if I choose to Had the bitch playing Biggie on the Bluetooth Spinnin' on my dick like ballerinas in a tutu [Chorus: ChillinIt] You get whatever you want You get whatever you need Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy You get whatever you want You get whatever you need Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed Baby, come fuck with the team, Huskii [Verse 2: Huskii] I knew that I loved her the day that I seen her All black nails in an all black Beamer She gots the lien, I got lean on my sneakers We eat them beans then we sleep 'til the evening Her daddy say I die if I ever try leavin' I still owe G's off P's from last season I hope he don't know his daughter caught feelings I fuck her, she screamin', choke her, no breathin' I fuck her while The Weeknd playin' I gotta catch the weekend plane XO like a Weeknd chain I'll be back in a week, don't be weak, just wait I don't even need this weight I come here just to see your face I swear that we should leave this place But your dad got connections to find me and leave me waste I don't wanna love her, but I love her I don't wanna fuck her, but she back under the covers I feel like her daddy been talking to undercovers He stitchin' me up, so I been doing a runner I'll never see her again I'm still having dreams in my head Of them days on the farm when I needed a bed And your dad took me in, gave me means to an end I ran off on the plug, never see you again [Chorus: ChillinIt] You get whatever you want You get whatever you need Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy You get whatever you want You get whatever you need Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy You get whatever you want You get whatever you need Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy You get whatever you want You get whatever you need Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed Baby, come fuck with the team, Huskii [Outro: ChillinIt] You get whatever you want You get whatever you need You get whatever you want You get whatever you need