Needs and Wants
Needs and wants
Leave it on the side, I'mma give into the funk
Hit me on my line if we fuckin' on the bunk
From the top I'mma jump, tryna stunt, we gon run
Waiting on the rise to horizons and the mountains
Only seeing profits or profess your way like prophets
Dress up like a rapper, he be reppin' give him props
Shorty walking shorts tryna sell your worth like shops
What she want? What he want? What they want?
All paths do the math, every way misleadin'
No man got your back as long they be breathin'
I pour five in the ship and get the sinkers speakin'
Low-riders on your dick, popping up beneath it
I got the switch up on your wrist
Non-stop keep it rolling, crawling then I sting
Bumping scorpion let him in he wanna sing
Evolution in the conversations you can't worship it, bitch it's real
Writing on the pad, keep it poppin when we wake up
From dawn through the night, still stay up
Laying on the bed or you laying tracks, we lace up
It's cruel and raw on your way onto the way up
Needs and wants
Leave it on the side, I'mma give into the funk
Hit me on my line if we fuckin' on the bunk
From the top I'mma jump, tryna stunt, we gon run
Waiting on the rise to horizons and the mountains
Only seeing profits or profess your way like prophets
Dress up like a rapper, he be reppin' give him props
Shorty walking shorts tryna sell your worth like shops
What she want? What he want? What they want?
No ropes, no lines, you gon hang yourself
No bars, not your lines, now you hung your soul
No lies, no lies but already spoke
No high, no highs, please lemme goo
She steady fucking and ducking right from her man's
She like that feeling of jogging and poppin' bandz
He steady fucking and clocking getting a trance
He like the lifestyle bitches say he the man
Doing extra what is there to need, keep it moving to December
Polishing my wants to remove it from my leisure
Digging for the diamonds keep rotation under pressure (uh)
Living under
Needs and wants
Leave it on the side, I'mma give into the funk
Hit me on my line if we fuckin' on the bunk
From the top I'mma jump, tryna stunt, we gon run
Waiting on the rise to horizons and the mountains
Only seeing profits or profess your way like prophets
Dress up like a rapper, he be reppin' give him props
Shorty walking shorts tryna sell your worth like shops
What she want? What he want? What they want?
Leave it on the side, I'mma give into the funk
Hit me on my line if we fuckin' on the bunk
From the top I'mma jump, tryna stunt, we gon run
Waiting on the rise to horizons and the mountains
Only seeing profits or profess your way like prophets
Dress up like a rapper, he be reppin' give him props
Shorty walking shorts tryna sell your worth like shops
What she want? What he want? What they want?
All paths do the math, every way misleadin'
No man got your back as long they be breathin'
I pour five in the ship and get the sinkers speakin'
Low-riders on your dick, popping up beneath it
I got the switch up on your wrist
Non-stop keep it rolling, crawling then I sting
Bumping scorpion let him in he wanna sing
Evolution in the conversations you can't worship it, bitch it's real
Writing on the pad, keep it poppin when we wake up
From dawn through the night, still stay up
Laying on the bed or you laying tracks, we lace up
It's cruel and raw on your way onto the way up
Needs and wants
Leave it on the side, I'mma give into the funk
Hit me on my line if we fuckin' on the bunk
From the top I'mma jump, tryna stunt, we gon run
Waiting on the rise to horizons and the mountains
Only seeing profits or profess your way like prophets
Dress up like a rapper, he be reppin' give him props
Shorty walking shorts tryna sell your worth like shops
What she want? What he want? What they want?
No ropes, no lines, you gon hang yourself
No bars, not your lines, now you hung your soul
No lies, no lies but already spoke
No high, no highs, please lemme goo
She steady fucking and ducking right from her man's
She like that feeling of jogging and poppin' bandz
He steady fucking and clocking getting a trance
He like the lifestyle bitches say he the man
Doing extra what is there to need, keep it moving to December
Polishing my wants to remove it from my leisure
Digging for the diamonds keep rotation under pressure (uh)
Living under
Needs and wants
Leave it on the side, I'mma give into the funk
Hit me on my line if we fuckin' on the bunk
From the top I'mma jump, tryna stunt, we gon run
Waiting on the rise to horizons and the mountains
Only seeing profits or profess your way like prophets
Dress up like a rapper, he be reppin' give him props
Shorty walking shorts tryna sell your worth like shops
What she want? What he want? What they want?
Credits
Writer(s): Taahir Khan
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