lirik lagu what u need? (luh tyler “stand on biz” remix) – dtrille
this the type of sh*t that make a n*gga go crazy
make a n*gga fall, uh, yea
they say n*gga you up, that’s cause i got my bag bigger
don’t be on that lame sh*t, boy, i’m not the past n*gga
n*ggas ain’t even getting no motion, chatting bout the last n*ggas
gotta be one up on these n*ggas, iced up like the past winter
n*ggas be beefin bout a hoe
n*gga that’s not yo b*tch
geeked up off that gas, sipping dirty, started pouring trish
maybe if you would just stay up out the way, you could flood yo wrist
maybe if you was just runnin up that bag, you’ll be rich as sh*t
told my n*ggas to stay from round that hoe, if you already hit
told my n*ggas to stick to that cold, and don’t ever switch
i love that money but i would never fold, rubber band that sh*t
you got ways, but i got ways too, we combine that sh*t
a lot of ways to gеt money
you just never wanna gеt off yo ass
you got h*lla sh*t to stay bout n*ggas
but you ain’t even got no class
i don’t care to judge a hoe bout n*ggas, or about they past
n*ggas ain’t real, they fronting for the cameras, they’ll break like glass
rags2riches, this my story
back then, ‘member hoes would ignore me
fast forward, now i’m sleeping with shorties
i’m up now, they can’t wait to record me
cause i don’t know if i want jayda wayda or rubi rose
but now i’m up now and all these b*tches taking off they godd*mn clothes
i’m like d*mn, how you hating on n*ggas tryna make that paper
i’m like girl you can f*ck with me now, no need for later
i’m like d*mn, i’m too up now, i can’t count the money on my fingers
in this crib wit a freak b*tch, tryna eat d*ck, wanna l!ck my fingers
and i’m tryna f*ck with you and ya friend, but y’all ain’t even gotta know
won’t set me up, you can’t even come to my crib, but you can drop the lo
i like all type of girls, like all the thick b*tches, and i like snow
i like them girls who shake that ass with the freak sh*t from coast to coast
and i’m like stick to the bag lil n*gga
you ain’t even gotta front, no pass lil n*gga
still rolling up blunts, real gas lil n*gga
chopped hoe, oh nah, that’s a pass lil n*gga
still talkin to the feds, you a rat ass n*gga
still itching for attention, got a rash ass n*gga
still acting like a hoe, need a lash ass n*gga
still in first place you in last ass n*gga
yea
stay out the way and run that bag up
run that bag up, p*ssy, get yo cash up
you can’t bash us
what you need from me?
what you need from me?
what you need from me?
what you need from me?
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