Kuatro Ka$h - Need It (feat. GBM)

Get the gas in the bag get 'em out quick
Hit the crib then I'm changing my outfit
The whole gang fitted the whole gang with it
You already know who I'm out with
I don't go to the strip cause its too many people there
I don't like talking to people
See someone we don't like we gone shoot ain't no fight
He a ghost now he haunting the people
I like money and freedom
So for them white people I act like I don't do illegal
Had a fuck nigga play me now he gotta pay me
That's crazy cause I used to feed 'em
It's cool though the guap I get is way too big
If it ain't cash then
I really ain't worried about that shit
Fuck an iced out watch ima cop me a crib
In the backyard with my dick in her ribs
Ima kick the cook out put my meat on her grill
Take my jewels out the cooler and show how I chill
I can't hate on another man ain't enough time in a day for it
And plus I ain't getting paid for it
Cross em up I'm A.I. with the step over
Take the beat watch me heat it like leftovers
Peep my savings I'm casing the queso
I be having my way with the draco
Married cake Benji Frank ain't the bae though
Making cash on my mark when I say go
Hoe we ain't leaving
My sharks can smell they bleeding
New coupe two seater
You on the bus bench like bleachers
Walked in on ether
Lil bitch don't touch my sneakers
K.D. two peat her
Hit the bitch back to back then leave her
They gone fuck with the flow switch your bitch stay saying I'm on goat shit
I get more money then y'all niggas say it in slow motion
Someone get me a crowd no assembly
I be running up guap like it's ten of me
I got bros I got ops I got frenemies
It's just business ain't nobody ending me
Bring the guap in and I make it stack up
Fuck twelve I got gang for the back up
Break the bank ain't no fucking my racks up
Bring the guap in and I make it stack up
In the stu and I snap when the beat play
Fuck my set up I snap on the dj
No g five I stay fly fuck a pj
On the road back to back on the freeway
I got way way too much paper
And I ain't tryna do no favors
If you can't pay me now then go sit down I'll see you later
All this money I'm making off wifi
Ain't no house phone ain't no cable
And your gang can't eat like mine
Cause you don't bring shit to the table
I got way way too much paper to sit up in prison I'm out on a bond
The money I'm getting turn day ones to haters
I pull out my knot she get wet as a pond
I promise to never go out like Chris
They know I'm a stepper I'm stomping the yard
Before you put GBM name in a diss
Just think if your life really worth a few bars
I want them backends bitch I need it
Caught a new case but I know I'm gone beat it
Whip it out she gone eat it
Make me dinner now bitch we even
Beat up the cat mistreat it
She throw it back I'm a catch it like Thielen
Soon as I nut she clean it
Pop two percs I ain't sleep I'm leaning

Written by:
Meek Carter, William Johnson IV

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