Jabb - I Need $ (feat. VonnyFrmDaAtm)

Ahhhhh
Hellooo
Hellooooooo
My name JABB
I need mo' money

I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money

I
Need
Mo'
Mo' of these niggas to stay in they lane and stop swerving in mine
Buddy I'm mashing the V
Burning rubber then I ball out
I then fucked round gave the coupe athletes feet
Ducking the law I'm godson
They don't say my name when they asking for me
I'm a humble man
Please, don't pop my bubble man
I'm like Bron in this bitch
A human bomb in this bitch
They know I'm on and I'm rich
I'll turn em off with a switch
Like, I'm getting money thats my niche
Literally I could have a M, I'm with Khaled, I need another one
I'm tryna run it up again, cause I wanna give my mother one
I gotta get it for my kin, buy the block and give my brothers some
I can't get money with everybody for the simple fact, that shit bubblegum
Swung through too many traps for that
I then move too many packs for that
Putting a dime before a dollar don't even sound good, where they do that at
These niggas tryna go tit for tat
Nigga I'm tryna go rack for rack
I know what you think it ain't this or that
100's, 50's, 20's watch me mix and match, uhh

I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money

I need them racks
Stack it up so high taller than Shaq
Blew a couple thousand yeah just like that
Know them niggas hating why they look like that
Talking bout money yeah I need a lot of
Try to take something your ass gon get shot up
Niggas be rappin and actin and cappin and lackin
And thats cool and all but that not us
If its up then its stuck we gon slide fuck ya block up
Just like a dispensary the way that we pop up
Got a whole lotta enemies so we load glocks up
And that go for anyone who want smoke, we gotcha
Its time to shop, I hit, the target
Lil bitch I do not miss, I hit, regardless
Bitch I gotta hit, I get, the dollars
Since back in the school I was serving the scholars
Since back in the g we been thuggin and wilding
Now bro gotta chop that bitch tall as a toddler
Gotta keep shots that a solve any problems
Say its up today bet he won't see tomorrow
We get to sliding like bent tires on a car
I'm making big plays Atm Farve
Broad day, you play you won't make it far
I been a thousand-aire, I need them m's
I'm working out with the weight like a gym
Tryna stop me man ya lil chances slim
All I'm a say is you won't try again
Bitch I'm ballin I'm above the rim
I step in bitches like look at him
Ima come in, leave with her and her friend
And its just that bitch you know what it is

I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money
I need mo' money

Written by:
Jordan Adams

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