This is what you need, need (Ayy)
I came with plenty racks
This is what you need
Wear my heart (Heart) , on my sleeve (Hey)
Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is
Cross my heart, the door ajar
unless it's Bentley
Say you wanna turn my back
don't go knock on my dawg door (Yeah, yeah)
I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (Yeah)
Hey sis, spend it up
Okay, you beat your cases
and you don't have to sell the can now
(Sell the can now)
And her fuckin' ring look like
the Grand Slam (Woah)
Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley
jet to transit (Woah)
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros
I left the hoes out
Lost thirty million this year
and that's with the shows out (Woah)
I told 'em put the rest of it up
we got to hold out
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out
where my show spot
Them racists, pockets full of big faces
Get you paid quick, walk up on 'em
and just face it (Bah)
Open cases, guess they thought
I was somethin' to play with (Woo)
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas
with your lady (Woo)
Tryna rob, your chances
are slimmer than Shady (Yeah)
She got her hair long with the Maisons on
no basic (Oh yeah, yeah)
Got me thinkin' everybody
'round me cheatin' (Yeah)
These niggas basic, they need to face it
I'ma turn off the light
Girl, tell me, is you breathin'?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly fuckin' up every season (Oh)
I took her out, seein' it changed me
I took a loss, you know the pain, babe
You a hard-headed nigga, yeah
fuck all that though
No back and forth with them opp
or them nothin'-ass hoes
No back and forth with them opp
or your ratchet ass, ho
I hope you plan on growin' up
with your ratchet ass, yeah

Ah-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I don't wanna give you no crown
Ooh, oh, messy with heartaches
My heart gone