Pasta

I need my pasta
I need the bread
I got the sauce
So I get ahead
They know I'm stressed
I need my space
I need my meds
I gotta get it
I do for my family
Like I made a pledge

I got your bitch on my side
If she look like she giving the green light
Imma go
Come chill with a fellow
I tell her quiero dinero
That's all a nigga really know
Tell her de nada manana
We taking a trip
And we drinking sipping on a boat
I got her tied string like a rope
I anchor the ship down I'm the goat

She calling my rasta
Bitch imma shark
But I'm in the ocean with lobster
Niggaz ain't real they are just some imposters
Go to Jamaica and chill with the shottas
I got her moaning
I got her slobbing
Hit her tonight then I see her manana
she got a nigga
That ain't a problem
She suck me off
Then I told her de nada
She want a sip
Then she drink from the bottle
I'm taking pictures she think she a model
She give that pussy up I hit the lotto
Go in it raw so you know she gone swallow
Drake song
I came up from the bottom
Face down
I go in like a robber
Hitting off like a motherfuckin' chopper
I need pasta I need my dollars

I need my pasta
I need the bread
I got the sauce
So I get ahead
They know I'm stressed
I need my space
I need my meds
I gotta get it
I do for my family
Like I made a pledge

I got your bitch on my side
If she look like she giving the green light
Imma go
Come chill with a fellow
I tell her quiero dinero
That's all a nigga really know
Tell her de nada manana
We taking a trip
And we drinking sipping on a boat
I got her tied string like a rope
I anchor the ship down I'm the goat

Don't sink imma float
If I had to choose a animal
Bitch you should know I'm the goat
Them niggaz a joke
I need all of the ice
I got the skis on a slope
We riding we smoking
Hold the gas low
My niggaz they riding round with a pole
I need the money you know that's the goal
I keep the fire burning on the stove
Work and i move they know I gotta eat
Bitch I been grinding I don't even sleep
I'm in the bushes scoping like a creep
Hustle like I'm trying to get out the streets
Quite for him
For me she a freak
Know what to do
Putting it deep
She gonna ride it
Like I'm a jeep
I really want it she gone give it to me

I need my pasta
I need the bread
I got the sauce
So I get ahead
They know I'm stressed
I need my space
I need my meds
I gotta get it
I do for my family
Like I made a pledge

I got your bitch on my side
If she look like she giving the green light
Imma go
Come chill with a fellow
I tell her quiero dinero
That's all a nigga really know
Tell her de nada manana
We taking a trip
And we drinking sipping on a boat
I got her tied string like a rope
I anchor the ship down I'm the goat



Credits
Writer(s): Kubasa Cook
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