What You Want

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 **** 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)

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 sentiments

I sit in with a briefcase full of Benjamins, 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

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 **** 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)

A champagne toast is minimal to me

They ridiculing me 'cause I'm a real **** 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

**** gettin' passed who paid, he goin' mullet, yeah