Want It (feat. Bástian)

Cash out going shopping with my main bitch
NQA about to drop we got ya'll anxious
Hit up all the homies going apeshit
Came in, bought me something I ain't came with
And she tell her friends
M.I.A, she in my ear like "whats the plan?"
I'm too lit with my tint at 5%
In the whip going crazy, 110 with the gang

She get high and she wanna call me
She can't hide it she know she want it
So go ahead and take it off, take it off
Loaded and we going off, going off

Sad face yeah 'till I turn that shit around
I ain't like her 'till I saw that booty when she turn around
She don't love me, she don't even care, she know that I get around
And 'dem mans love to hate on ya' boy
Till ya' boy came around and gave 'em a round
Yeah the darker the berry the sweeter the juice
Bitches don't cuff me they loving' me loose
Got em ties and I tighten the noose
Roll 'em dice and I still get to choose
She hop on the dick and she wanna go cruise
Hit it once maybe hitting it deuce
Swear to god I'm never telling the truth
When I ride
I need my people on my side on my side
Got this shit on sight
'Round the corner moving quiet quiet
Pull up like, that's a drive by
Bank account, bank account
Adding up amounts, make it stack, a mount
I don't even count it, need a money counter, too flexed out, shouldn't be allowed to
Hit the club with wit a bitch and bag
Team getting rich and its facts
Looked at my wallet its fat, looked at her ass and its fat
I guess we not playing we back

She get high and she wanna call me
She can't hide it she know she want it
So go ahead and take it off, take it off
Loaded and we going off going off

Came out the function with flex on
Matching the clutch, and her feet in Chanel
I see you faking, plotting, we can tell
Feel bulletproof and the vest is a uh
We ain't got no discretion
Carry with me like a hundred for sale
Little bitch thick from the bottom, no bell
Popping the seal boutta get it like
It's Bastian n Pop again
Fingers on freezing to death
Campo we on with the flex
And she go dumb with the head
We, go dumb with the bread
Spread out the cash on the bed
Grams on my pockets, a 10
You see me running ahead like
Who gon' top it?
Tell em boys to drop it
I don't fuck cops, but I can cop shit if i want it
(And she mount it)
Bitch I count it
(Got it)
Water like a fountain
(Get to choppin')
Ain't no trackers
(Checkers)
Faces in my wallet
Product shopping
Uh, price tag
I be rollin on the loudpack
Big titties and a nice ass
Cities where I spent my nights at
Where the light at? where my keys?
Bitch I bought it not a lease
Nightstand with the trees
Bystander better leave

She get high and she wanna call me
She can't hide it she know she want it
So go ahead and take it off, take it off
Loaded and we going off going off

Cash out going shopping with my main bitch
NQA about to drop we got yall anxious
Hit up all the homies going apeshit
Came in bought me something I ain't came with
And she tell her friends
M.I.A, she in my ear like "whats the plan"
I'm too lit with my tint at 5%
In the whip going crazy, 110 with the gang