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Need Some

Nav, Metro Boomin, Gucci Mane2017年7月21日
歌詞

Need Some (Explicit) - Nav/Metro Boomin/Gucci Mane

Written by:Navraj Goraya/Radric Delantic Davis/AMIR ESMAILIAN/Leland Wayne/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

This that 1017 and XO

 

If young Metro don't trust you I'ma shoot you

 

You got a show you selling tickets to your best friends

 

My show be sellin' out in 20 seconds

I f**ked your b**ch first gave my broski seconds

My shooter itchin' wanna shoot over a mention

Pop a pill go to a whole other dimension

Takin' perkies I'm avoidin' my depression

Pay the lawyer make my bro avoid a sentence

He back on road cashing out and livin' senseless

Got my pot and got my fork got my fork yeah

Water whip my wrist got torque whip whip yeah

Fronted work you can't afford can't afford yeah

My clip long don't come up short come up short yeah

Call you down and you ignore yeah

Like Gucci Mane we kick a door yeah

Buy designer when I'm bored yeah

Treat your main b**ch like a whore yeah

I think I need some help to count all this money yeah

I think I need some help to spend all these hundreds yeah

I'm just a brown boy that made something from nothing yeah me too

Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin' yeah

Huh huh this that 1017 and XO

I call Nav he in a penthouse smokin' next door

So much money I ain't worry about the next show

But I paid a quarter mill' to see my neck glow

I use to sell coke blow off my metro

They was way before I met Metro

I think lil' mama got me f**ked up with the sex bro

I like her but I think I'm in love with the neck tho

 

Now its on to the next ho

Guwop a dog I need a collar and a mink coat

A brainiac she went to college with the smart folks

But I was trappin' in the 6 selling hard d**e

 

Get a check run it up

Get a check run it up

Get a check run it up

Get a check run it up

Touch me get touched

Drinkin' Act no Tuss

Ever since I got some money

You been actin' up

Got my pot and got my fork got my fork yeah

Water whip my wrist got torque whip whip yeah

Fronted work you can't afford can't afford yeah

My clip long don't come up short come up short yeah

Call you down and you ignore yeah

Like Gucci Mane we kick a door yeah

Buy designer when I'm bored yeah

Treat your main b**ch like a whore yeah

I think I need some help to count all this money yeah

I think I need some help to spend all these hundreds yeah

I'm just a brown boy that made something from nothing yeah

 

Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin' yeah

 

***歌詞來自第三方***