Ion Need Her

Yea I don't need her
Yea I don't need her
Give a fuck bout' who you be with
Yea

Any bitch I ever lost
Swear to God I don't need her
(I don't need her)
I'm in the back prolly count'in up arethas
(Counting cash)
Hit from the back
Even though that bitch a eater
(She a uhhh)
My niggas strapped
Give a fuck bout who you be with
(Give a fuck nigga)
(Yea)
Yea, Ion need her
(Yea)
Yea, Ion need her
(Yea)
Yea, Ion need her
(Yea)
Yea, Ion need her

God damn how he do it
Any bitch I want
Shit I'm picking and I'm choosing
I could do the dash
But I'm in this bitch cruising
Niggas turn to actors
When them niggas start shooting
Look
I don't trust a soul so I slide by myself
(Yea)
Niggas want the smoke but its bad for their health
(Yea)
Dom Perignon told that bitch I'm top shelf
(Yea)
Shit I'm swimming in the pussy
Got me feeling like phelps
(Yea)
Aye look nigga
Bad bitch
She ain't average
She a savage
Shit I moved down to the a
Like aye nigga what's happening
Shit we counting blue cheese like
Aye nigga what's cracking
Anything I ever said I want
Just know I made it happen
Aye
Tell that bitch that I don't need her
(Nah)
I might hit the jeweler
Tell him I need a new freezer
(Ice)
I just hit the plug
Told him hit me on the beeper
(Brrrp)
Shawty real bad
But I won't hesitate to leave her
Counting up arethas
Give a fuck bout who you be with
(Yea)
Balancing this weight
Cuz I'm a motherfucking libra
(Yea)
Better keep the same energy when you see us
(Yea)
Ima stand up nigga
Better pledge me your allegiance

Any bitch I ever lost
Swear to God I don't need her
(I don't need her)
I'm in the back prolly count'in up arethas
(Counting cash)
Hit from the back
Even though that bitch a eater
(She a uhhh)
My niggas strapped
Give a fuck bout who you be with
(Give a fuck nigga)
(Yea)
Yea, ion need her
(Yea)
Yea, ion need her
(Yea)
Yea, ion need her
(Yea)
Yea, ion need her

Hold on wait
You already know I got my paper straight
Tailor made
Been that nigga since Jordan hit fade aways
Making plays
Shawty seen me touch about 80k
Ride the wave
Stacking up the guala for a rainy day
(Ha)
Shorty said she really chose violence
(Yea)
All that sneak dissin' and that snitching
Hoe you wildin'
(Yea)
Please don't ask stupid cuz you know
I'm really bout it
(Yea)
Money on your head
Just know my shooter is the stylist
Yea my shooter is the stylist
Jack of all trades
He the shooter and the driver
(Skrrrt)
It's a hunnid ways just to get a fucking dollar
(Facts)
Ima stack this guala till I see a couple commas

Yea I don't need her
Yea I don't need her
Give a fuck bout who you be with

Any bitch I ever lost
Swear to God I don't need her
I'm in the back prolly count'in up arethas
Hit from the back
Even though that bitch a eater
My niggas strapped
Give a fuck bout who you be with
(Give a fuck nigga)