atlaswxrld - What I Need

(Atlas, I have a lot to say about it) ha, yea I got needs
Uh lemme tell you I got needs
Hold on, hold on quick, wait wait wait…
(Do you have an Atlas?) I’m bout to do a hook real quick
Check it
Let me tell you what I need
Got a mamacita crawling on her knees
And she down to do like anything I please
She got me whipped, like homie I don’t wanna leave
And best believe, she don’t want a broke boy (nah)
She the type to treat you like a joke boy (yeah)
And you know she want the dough boy
If you ain’t got she finna leave you lone boy
So alone, homie so alone
They like what I gotta say (for real)
I can't hear you out I went deaf like yesterday
I ain't pulling gimmicks cuz I said what I said
I was a Baker cuz I gotta make the bread rise
Till its taller than me
6 feet tall got bodies 6 feet underground
I be talking like a king like homies really passing me the crown
And I’m smiling while I’m counting up these digits I could never frown
Let me tell you what I need
Got a mamacita crawling on her knees
And she down to do like anything I please
She got me whipped, like homie I don’t wanna leave
And best believe, she don’t want a broke boy (nah)
She the type to treat you like a joke boy (yeah)
And you know she want the dough boy
If you ain’t got she finna leave you lone boy
So alone, homie so alone
Okay I run it up and make it flip
These homies weak they finna trip
They way too focused on the drip
And way too focused on the whip
Ain’t got no patience these things require waiting
Theses boys wanna be rich but they stuck procrastinating
Hold up wait
Check, I might hit a lick today (hit a lick)
Guarantee you homie ill get rich today (ill get rich)
Run it up until my bank account increase (run it up)
And ill keep on running till my pockets obese
Let me tell you what I need
Got a mamacita crawling on her knees
And she down to do like anything I please
She got me whipped, like homie I don’t wanna leave
And best believe, she don’t want a broke boy (nah)
She the type to treat you like a joke boy (yeah)
And you know she want the dough boy
If you ain’t got she finna leave you lone boy
So alone, homie so alone
Yea she the type to treat you like a joke, she don’t want you if you broke
Yea she the type to treat you like a joke, yea yea she don’t want you if you
If you ain’t got money bruh
(Atlas, I have a lot to say about it) Better get that guala for real

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