What You Want

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah Custom-made brooch complement the suede loafers Yeah Tennis chains glow, fuck up your sight, you get closer Tell me what you want, what you want 'Cause I get what I want when I want See, I wake up and floss when I want Poppin' shit, I'ma talk how I want Yeah Champagne spark while I'm standin' on sofas Yeah Got a chest cold how a nigga chain glow Tell me what you want, what you want 'Cause I get what I want when I want See, I wake up and floss when I want (Yeah) Poppin' shit, I'ma talk how I want (Uh) [Verse 1] If I give it my all, it won't be enough, uh If I give it my all, it won't be enough, double up Get real intentional with all my sеntiments I sit in with a briefcase full of Bеnjamins, the experience that I summon up All I got is my balls and my word Dealin' with all my flaws, I ain't perfect Rightin' all of these wrongs through my songs and my verses This luxury I speak, oh, that's for certain Benz whippin', this partition in this V, I close the curtains Had to switch out my environment I watch who I call my company Watch my energy when shit get too uncomforting Ain't no shifting in my missions, I'm gon' get to where I'm gettin', ain't no rushin' me My presence is a luxury Everything I ever got is what I wanted and I got it all from hustling I told you I'm a dog without the bark, but y'all wan' muzzle me Maybach crusin', I turn the wheel, the seat's huggin' me Come fuck with me [Chorus] Yeah Custom-made brooch complement the suede loafers Yeah Tennis chains glow, fuck up your sight, you get closer Tell me what you want, what you want 'Cause I get what I want when I want See, I wake up and floss when I want Poppin' shit, I'ma talk how I want Yeah Champagne spark while I'm standin' on sofas Yeah Got a chest cold how a nigga chain glow Tell me what you want, what you want 'Cause I get what I want when I want See, I wake up and floss when I want (Yeah) Poppin' shit, I'ma talk how I want (Uh) [Verse 2] A champagne toast is minimal to me They ridiculing me 'cause I'm a real nigga allergic to ingenuity Backseat, feet up, overlookin' my jewelry Droppin' these gems, I'm slowly plottin' on M's Starin' in this McLaren at my feelings I need all the dividends in the clear for my appearance I'm havin' an argument in the mirror 'Cause I gotta figure out how to run it like it's an errand, it's apparent And my mind made Need to clear it, I keep listenin' to Sade Liftin' spirits, I'm the greatest thing that God made When you hear this shit I speak, you get a dollar raise Work don't stop even on holidays I get what I want when I want it '86 Caddy with the woodgrain inside, it's a trunk full of hundreds Learnin' to embrace the pains of the discomfort Niggas gettin' passed who paid, he goin' mullet, yeah