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