"WANTS!" lyrics
Woah, woah
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce (Ha)
Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket (Ha)
To my place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta start puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about that"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
Lame ass nigga keep on talkin' bout me, but he don't want no smoke about it
I done came a long way, who would've thought 'cause I was the one that they doubted
She said she in love, I don't know what you thought, you know you just here to get private
Grew up, but I'm still a bad ass kid, no wonder I was get grounded
We are not the same, you chasin' a bitch, but I get chased by a thousand
We are not the same, you did it for free, but I cannot take less than a thousand
We are not the same, you high as the ceiling, but my niggas are high as the mountains
We are not the same, your shit is just cool, but my shit is more than astounding
Woah, woah
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
From a place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta start puttin' my ho's on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about that"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
Broke her heart and she keep on tryna link me, she in love with being around me
Fucked on one of her friends the other week, her opp [?]
Money, guns, and power, that's the only three things I keep around me
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
From a place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta start puttin' my ho's on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about that"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce (Ha)
Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket (Ha)
To my place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta start puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about that"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
Lame ass nigga keep on talkin' bout me, but he don't want no smoke about it
I done came a long way, who would've thought 'cause I was the one that they doubted
She said she in love, I don't know what you thought, you know you just here to get private
Grew up, but I'm still a bad ass kid, no wonder I was get grounded
We are not the same, you chasin' a bitch, but I get chased by a thousand
We are not the same, you did it for free, but I cannot take less than a thousand
We are not the same, you high as the ceiling, but my niggas are high as the mountains
We are not the same, your shit is just cool, but my shit is more than astounding
Woah, woah
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
From a place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta start puttin' my ho's on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about that"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
Broke her heart and she keep on tryna link me, she in love with being around me
Fucked on one of her friends the other week, her opp [?]
Money, guns, and power, that's the only three things I keep around me
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
Big ass fuckin' bankroll inside of my pocket
From a place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta start puttin' my ho's on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about that"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
Writer(s): Benjamin Phillips
