NAV, Metro Boomin, Gucci Mane — Need Some

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This that 1017 and XO
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

You got a show, you selling tickets to your best friends
My show be sellin’ out, in 20 seconds
I fucked your bitch first, gave my broski seconds
My shooter itchin’, wanna shoot over a mention
Pop a pill go to a whole other dimension
Takin’ perkies, I’m avoidin’ my depression
Pay the lawyer, make my boy avoid his sentence
He back on road, cashing out and livin’ senseless

Got my potin’, got my 4. (got my 4.) yeah
Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip) yeah
Frontin’ work you can’t afford (can’t afford) yeah
My clip long, don’t come up short (come up short) yeah
Call you down and you ignore, yeah
Like Gucci Mane, kick the door, yeah
Buy designer when I’m bored, yeah
Take your main bitch on my tour, yeah

I think I need some help to count all this money, yeah
I think I need some help to spend all these hunnids, yeah
I’m just a brown boy that something from nothing yeah (me too)
Now I’m ballin’ and you can’t tell me nothin’, yeah

Huh huh, this that 1017 and XO
I call NAV, he in the penthouse, smokin’ next door
So much money, I ain’t worry about the next show
But I paid a quarter mill’ to see my neck glow
I use to sell coke, blow off my metro
They was way above before I met Metro
I think lil’ mama got me fucked up with the sex bro
I like her but I think I’m in love with the neck bro
Now its on to the next hoe
Guwop a dog, I need a collar and a mink coat
A brainiac, she went to college with the smart folks
But I was trappin’ in the 6 sellin’ hard dope

Get a check, run it up
Get a check, run it up
Get a check, run it up
Get a check, run it up
Touch me, get touched
Drinkin’ Act, no Tuss
Ever since I got some money
You been actin’ up

Got my potin’, got my 4. (got my 4.) yeah
Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip) yeah
Frontin’ work you can’t afford (can’t afford) yeah
My clip long, don’t come up short (come up short) yeah
Call you down and you ignore, yeah
Like Gucci Mane, kick the door, yeah
Buy designer when I’m bored, yeah
Take your main bitch on my tour, yeah

I think I need some help to count all this money, yeah
I think I need some help to spend all these hunnids, yeah
I’m just a brown boy that something from nothing yeah (me too)
Now I’m ballin’ and you can’t tell me nothin’, yeah