Lyrics

Look, I need a bitch with some confidence A girl with an ego as big as mine And if she ain't got it, she gotta go I can't afford to waste any time I need a mansion with eighty rooms That comes with a chef and maid That do all the cookin' and do all the cleanin' I'm talking 'bout every day I need a couple of vamps That I can go spend with a couple of friends Make that shit rain in the club Drink all the bub And right after, jump in the 'Benz I need some more of these haters Some people that don't like my stunts I can't have everybody fuckin' with me 'Cuz then it just wouldn't be fun I need a lot, I need the whole fucking globe I will not settle for anything less Than a toilet that's made out of gold I want my shit to go down with finesse I wanna wipe with a Saint-Laurent vest I want the money to balance the stress I want the lotto I wanna buy Donald Trump and sell him to El Chapo I-I-I need the riches I'm talkin' guap that allows you to burn all the bridges I wanna' flex on the bitches that curve me Treating me like I ain't worthy, hoe! L-L-Look at my numbers They goin' up like the temp in the summer I'm gainin' heat like I told you I would Ok, now you want the pipe? Bitch, use a plumber Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (yah) Ight, look I need it all I need a checklist I need a whip that goes zero to sixty in 4.2 seconds I need my ex to regret this Need to send them all a message I need to let you know this ain't a joke You call me fam, but you ain't my folk I see your attitude 'bout me has changed Now that I'm making this change But I don't look down when I move up the ladder Don't want collab with you bro, but I'm flattered She wanna curve me, it's cool doesn't matter 'Cause next thing I do wife a new girl that's badder I just make moves I don't deal with the chatter Out of this world, like I moved here from Saturn I got people ask me "Who this Croosh kid?" When they learn it's me their mood switch (yeah) But I just turned down a deal for twenty-five thousand dollars (yeah) That's not enough for me, only a milli will comfort me (yeah) I know that I'm stubborn, but I gotta right to be Fuck all the papers they gave me to sign Ten percent or else you're wastin' your time Ha-ha, ha-ha, I find that funny Insomniac, don't have time for this honey Vampire shit man, I stay in the studio No, I'm not the young boy you used to know (no, no) I'm learning shit quick as I move along (Yeah) So fuck those who doubted, I'll prove them wrong Whoosh
Writer(s): Jamir Malek Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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