I need it

I need it all man Need all of the fuckin' money Need everything Just make enough dough and have enough glory to last me 4 lifetimes at the least If it come to snatching, I won't back down Gimme dat, playa, Arghaha! I need it I need it I got a feeling It's funny I need it I need all yo' bitches Ones that don't pout, have all of the clout The money, I need it Ain't there no doubt About the how the when I have a plan to wow the fans and bow at them And have them bow back to me But then again Would I want a thousand clans Of beings just being Mean to me on the streets. So, I Just hope that I Just blow enough For no one to know who I am What I intend What is the plan, though I need my hands on Enough of the good stuff to fluff up my groupies and buff up my goonies And tough up my bruvvers to set em off onto their journies With my attorneys Gettin in trouble for huffin' and puffin' in places all public Coughin' up million Out of the thin-air Another impression-less clean succession of financial stream Tailing off into abyss It might have them pissed While I have my dreams Fulfilled with my dough And more of dat gold And a not-so-humble abode Louis vuittons, tonnes of bons, a couple hons, where I belong Amongst the bongs, the rips, the joints, the kifs on point Smoke me up I'll get you higher than toke, in a buck Yea I'm talkin a bucket full of mary jane Fired up In the lim' Spinnin' rims Nah, actually, it ain't the 90's dim Wit. Although I wish it was, 'cause now it's jus' Gucci gang gucci gang gucci gang ਸਾਲੇ ਸਾਰੇ ਕੁੱਤੀ ਦੀ ਕੁੱਤੀ ਦੀ ਫ਼ੁੱਦੀ ਦੇ Livin' the life this time, I'm makin' a choice, it's fine To not have a voice of mine, but others who can't decide The right set of words to rhyme Just keep fillin' my pockets and I'll keep Feeling yo concepts and try Put it in a way you'll resonate and like, moth to the flame While I get the fame and be in the game till I Don't make no sense to next generation then I'll Still be patient understand the audience And give 'em what they want so I once again can thrive That is the plan, to keep 'em in jive and cashin' out millions, figures in fives Yea, keep bobbin' it bobbin' it bob More you be bobbin' it, More I would not need a job To feed my own tots Don't wait for no punchline, cause there ain't no punchline Make no mistake, this is not for yo sake This is my way of makin' my bread for a unforeseeable time Y'all probably know what it is by now This ain't for you bitch This is me tryna last me enough to feed the next four scions in line Remember dat, next time you feel what I say on a track Keepin' the g-unit mentality alive fool