Pasta

I need my pasta I need the bread I got the sauce So I get ahead They know I'm stressed I need my space I need my meds I gotta get it I do for my family Like I made a pledge I got your bitch on my side If she look like she giving the green light Imma go Come chill with a fellow I tell her quiero dinero That's all a nigga really know Tell her de nada manana We taking a trip And we drinking sipping on a boat I got her tied string like a rope I anchor the ship down I'm the goat She calling my rasta Bitch imma shark But I'm in the ocean with lobster Niggaz ain't real they are just some imposters Go to Jamaica and chill with the shottas I got her moaning I got her slobbing Hit her tonight then I see her manana she got a nigga That ain't a problem She suck me off Then I told her de nada She want a sip Then she drink from the bottle I'm taking pictures she think she a model She give that pussy up I hit the lotto Go in it raw so you know she gone swallow Drake song I came up from the bottom Face down I go in like a robber Hitting off like a motherfuckin' chopper I need pasta I need my dollars I need my pasta I need the bread I got the sauce So I get ahead They know I'm stressed I need my space I need my meds I gotta get it I do for my family Like I made a pledge I got your bitch on my side If she look like she giving the green light Imma go Come chill with a fellow I tell her quiero dinero That's all a nigga really know Tell her de nada manana We taking a trip And we drinking sipping on a boat I got her tied string like a rope I anchor the ship down I'm the goat Don't sink imma float If I had to choose a animal Bitch you should know I'm the goat Them niggaz a joke I need all of the ice I got the skis on a slope We riding we smoking Hold the gas low My niggaz they riding round with a pole I need the money you know that's the goal I keep the fire burning on the stove Work and i move they know I gotta eat Bitch I been grinding I don't even sleep I'm in the bushes scoping like a creep Hustle like I'm trying to get out the streets Quite for him For me she a freak Know what to do Putting it deep She gonna ride it Like I'm a jeep I really want it she gone give it to me I need my pasta I need the bread I got the sauce So I get ahead They know I'm stressed I need my space I need my meds I gotta get it I do for my family Like I made a pledge I got your bitch on my side If she look like she giving the green light Imma go Come chill with a fellow I tell her quiero dinero That's all a nigga really know Tell her de nada manana We taking a trip And we drinking sipping on a boat I got her tied string like a rope I anchor the ship down I'm the goat