[Hook: Yung Lambo]
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
Give me dinner with Jay-Z
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
Give me dinner with Jay-Z

[Verse 1: Yung Lambo]
All the money in the world, don’t need nothing from nobody
But if I met Jay-Z we would be best buddies
I learned business from the best, I know all of the tricks
But if you hate Jay-Z I will pull up with the stick
Nobody on my level cause I learned from Jay-Z
Only person on my level is probably Jay-Z
Yeah he shared all his business knowledge with mе
And in a pod we would be two peas
Wе had dinner and I ordered up a steak
And me and Jay-Z talked business 'till daybreak
Nobody can top me look at my stocks
If you bring my stocks down you will get socked
I have no more room in the bank for my cash
I shoved it in the safes and I shoved it up my ass
But I’ll never forget the humble roots of my tree
That started with one dinner with Jay-Z
[Hook: Yung Lambo]
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
Give me dinner with Jay-Z
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
Give me dinner with Jay-Z

[Verse 2: E.M.B.E.E.]
Shrekneck on the beat
I just beat my meat
Time to start some beef
I fucked this bitch with no sheets
I got the sickest beats
I wear shoes, no cleats
You are so obese
You got no drip, only antique
Just had dinner with Jay-Z
Then we went out separate ways
It's a shame, I had to pay
But I can't really complain
Spent a couple of bands on this shit
Then I went home to record this shit
This verse is pure poetry, I should become a storyteller
I came home to YELL, I just did the smell and yell
Please meet me at the hotel
I do not wear Chapelle
Never take the L
My bars are natural
And we all fuck with Tottenham
My album just went platinum
And I might just do your mum
My dick just went numb
I can't do it, it's November
It's No Nostalgia Critic November
So I gotta fuck her in December
Remember the name, E.M.B.E.E
[Hook: Yung Lambo]
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
Give me dinner with Jay-Z
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
I don’t need yo money
Give me dinner with Jay-Z

[Outro: Hood Child]
He knew, he did
Let's be broken in thousand pieces
He was the first, the only one that I really loved
He made me feel, I know
That love hurts, hurts so bad (hurts so bad)
But I got up, I was being strong
I would make you feel what I felt when I was in love
But I got up, I was being strong
I would make you feel what I felt when I was in love
And it hurts so bad, he said "you can dress me"
I would never leave you, I should have redder lips
Was so foolish
Lovers game, but I know your name
I remember [?], I would make you feel
I will hurt you