Jay Saad - What You Want

What you want hoe
Bad bitch, can you pull up on me pronto
We can roll a 3 5 of that fronto
Hennessy or that dom perignon hoe (Hold up, wait)
But I ain’t gon' front tho
I want it now call an Uber to the condo
Shawty buss it right down can you spin it all around
When I’m done I kick her out ain’t got no sorrow
Racks on racks on racks
Pull up in a phantom big body all black
How you talking money when you talk like that
I just hit a lick so you know I got the pack
When I walk in necks break looking back
Shawty got a 40 she ain't fuckin' with the gat
Comin' through geeked up don't tell me how to act
Now we really bossed up I ain't even gotta trap (Hold up)
Came in wit a Draco
30 shottas they gon' do just what I say so
Yeah I really got the fire, fuego
Switching lanes in the city gotta lay low (Hold up, wait)
Oh he got a Lambo
Choppa on me get to bussin like I’m rambo
We gon' turn the mansion into a bando
For anybody tryna run up on the gang tho
Swerve, oh shit
I just did the dash up in the Merc, oh shit
Shawty twerk on this
And she really trippin off a perk, oh shit
Put the work on this
I just poured a 4 all on my shirt, oh shit
Got the curse on this
Said she want a bag, I bought a purse oh shit
Gotta stay up on the fast route
Double back in the Bach, yeah I’m back now
On my own I ain’t lookin for no handouts
Secure the bag got me feeling like the man now
When I come thru swerve bring the cash out
Bad bitch beat her back till she pass out
Smokin on a 3 5 till I pass out
Money make her wet so I had to bring the racks out (Ah)
Drop top, double r
Bussdown, audemar
It’s gang shit, no opps
Run up on me gun pop
Switching up designers I be in the latest fashion
If I see it imma cop it let me have it
Whipping foreigns like they stolen I ain’t crashing
See the feds shit, I might have to stash it
What you want hoe
Bad bitch, can you pull up on me pronto
We can roll a 3 5 of that fronto
Hennessy or that dom perignon hoe (Hold up, wait)
But I ain’t gon' front tho
I want it now call an Uber to the condo
Shawty buss it right down can you spin it all around
When I’m done I kick her out ain’t got no sorrow

Written by:
Johnada Assaad

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