[Intro]
Baby, yeah, I need you

[Chorus]
Baby, yeah, I need you
Talkin' 'bout money, I need that
Talkin' 'bout drank, I need that
Where the fuck my weed at?
Most of all my jeans waxed
Spent thirty-five hunnid on these slacks
My lil' partner get you wacked
And I'm gon' pay the fee for that
I got too much money in my bag
And too much money in my back account
Too much is in my system right now
I can't even sleep, can't take a nap
I used to sit on the back of the plane
Now it's first class tickets for all of my flights
I'm in New York, I take my knife
If she fuck me good, I'll make her my wife

[Verse 1]
I pull triggers, and yes, I fight
I'm in the studio every night
His fit ain't nun', that shit ain't right
Her fit ain't nun', that bitch ain't mine
I'm pourin' up way more than a line
All this codeine slow down time
She ate me up in the backseat
Oh my god, I told the driver, "Drive"
We on the highway speedin'
This bitch more complex than speedin'
I smoke way more than I breathe
I got diamonds drippin' on my sleeve
I get way more paper than trees
If you don't like me, bitch, just leave
I get way more higher than planes
I'm in the spot and I'm clutchin' my K
I gotta go and get on the stage
I'm rockin' big ass pants, no rave
I'm at the currency exchange
I got a whole lotta money, okay
And your bitch tryna go change
I told her, let me see her when she change
I told her, let me see her use her brain
I told her, stay with me, she said, "Okay"
No, I don't fuck with n***as, n***as strange
No, I don't fuck with n***as, n***as lame
I put the Maybach emblem on an all black new whip, yeah, Mercedes
[Chorus]
Baby, yeah, I need you
Talkin' 'bout money, I need that
Talkin' 'bout drank, I need that
Where the fuck my weed at?
Most of all my jeans waxed
Spent thirty-five hunnid on these slacks
My lil' partner get you wacked
And I'm gon' pay the fee for that
I got too much money in my bag
And too much money in my back account
Too much is in my system right now
I can't even sleep, can't take a nap
I used to sit on the back of the plane
Now it's first class tickets for all of my flights
I'm in New York, I take my knife
If she fuck me good, I'll make her my wife

[Verse 2]
Most of all my hoes bad, most of all they ass fat
Most of all my tees black, most of all my cash blue
Most of all my cash blue, my new diamonds cost a coupe
My new boo way badder than you, my new boo way badder than you
My new swag, my new bag, my new shit, way cooler than yours
I stay humble, I know I'm important
I don't shop at the mall, I go straight to the store
Huh, purple codeine what I pour
Huh, fuck a bad bitch when I'm bored
Huh, fuck a bad bitch when she bored
Swish, I ain't need no backboard
I'm puffin' on dope and I'm no bad boy
I don't leave no notes on Instagram stories
I don't even talk to these boys
I don't even talk to these whores
I don't even trust these bitches
No need help, this Lord
I don't even drive no Ford
I'm 'bout to make the Forbes list
[Chorus]
Baby, yeah, I need you
Talkin' 'bout money, I need that
Talkin' 'bout drank, I need that
Where the fuck my weed at?
Most of all my jeans waxed
Spent thirty-five hunnid on these slacks
My lil' partner get you wacked
And I'm gon' pay the fee for that
I got too much money in my bag
And too much money in my back account
Too much is in my system right now
I can't even sleep, can't take a nap
I used to sit on the back of the plane
Now it's first class tickets for all of my flights
I'm in New York, I take my knife
If she fuck me good, I'll make her my wife