Need It

Lyrics

[Hook: Kenny Turnup] (x2) Them niggas got Glocks and they aiming now You got what I need so I lay you down I need it right now, do not play around You be talking too much do not make a sound [Verse 1: J $tash] These niggas they watching all of my moves I'm winning I'm winning we can never lose These bitches they see you know they gone choose(man these bitches love me) I'm screaming out money you know cash rules(MOB, MOB) Money over bitches man trash these hoes I'm out here grinding trying to get this dough A young street nigga gotta sell that dope I came out the hood, and ain't had no home But I'm rich hood rich young nigga getting money Young nigga getting money got a bad bitch wanna run to me Got bitches fucking with me, cause I'm hunnid Ah he ain't say nothing, baby keep it one hundred (uh) Just keep it one hundred, [?] Just keep it one hundred These bitches they love me, these hoes wanna fuck me They see I'm getting money [?] [Hook: Kenny Turnup] (x2) [Outro] Holy shit, Relax Gang Volume One [Intro] Yeah Check it out bruh [Hook] (x2) Blue dream, [?] kush Purple haze, we smoking good Blue [?], Adderall [?], Xannax bars [Verse 1] I just copped a five pack of kush, that stupid dank Shoutout to my plug, had that shit shipped in a [?] Selling all these drugs I got kush, lean, molly [?] I'm breaking down a pound 'Bout to bag the whole plate Moves from outta town, trapping in and outta state Got it all the way from the bay, straight down to the A [?] juice man say he 'bout to roll him a eight But I don't smoke dutches, cause I don't like how it taste I'm counting lil' hundreds, everyday I'm at the bank Fell in love with drug money, first time I rob me a plate That was 2008, [?] [?], I told that boy open the safe [Hook] [Verse 2] Trapping till I get no mo' I'm breaking bread up with my foes I'm 'bout to cop a two litre Po' some out and drop a foe I'm riding in a two seater Fuck that [?] two hoes [?] yesterday Only thing now I got these two hoes I link 'em everyday, cause they know J got that stupid dough [?] kush, molly, coke, fresh up off that fucking boat Whiter than some dove soap [?] my wardrobe Just like Yo' Gotti, got those packs up in my condo Counting up racks only shit is them hundos Diamonds round my neck I'm the connect to put you on bro Booming up that sack, cooking up crack even got [?] [?] Broward county, 954 [Hook]