What You Need Video (MV)

I'm like what you need
This a one stop shop I got bags and lows and ARPs
They put you in that room we know you snitchin' that boy love to sing
Dirty up that sprite its red or purple we not sippin' green
I been gettin' that bread been gettin' that green aint talkin bout produce
Bitch ass nigga on my dick said he gon' press me but I don't know dude
Ridin' round town with the gang members we don't do drop tops we don't do no coupes
Ion even f*ck with no opp nigga we finna fry his ass up like soul food

Cxpo! command the militia they stand at attention I'm head of the souldiers
We tryna catch us an opp so we knockin' door to door just like jehovahs
Bitch it's on sight when we see him don't care if they ride in that whip we flip his ass over
I just been copin' with pain I don't even talk bout my problems I roll up the doja
I just been stackin' up bread like I'm posed to
Still got some goons onna block that's gon' post up
Her body tea like fresh Arizona
I play with her pussy I Xbox control her
I'm MVP I just ball like Nikola
Junkies be poppin' them bars no granola
Ice on my neck I might catch me pneumonia
If you bettin' on me then you best take the over
I been sober for a week like f*ck it might as well get lit today
Think my brother suicidal he poor wocky by the 8
Stalkin' opps they didn't see us camouflage like bathing ape
Told my mom I'm tryn get rich I take that risk I up the stakes
She want me back asked how I'm doin' told that hoe I'm doin' great
She pullin' up we watch a movie eat me up ain't say her grace
Wonder why niggas be hatin' I'm gettin' money ain't punching no clocks
We inna telly with bitches all the bad hoes off the Migos ain't drinkin' Ciroc
Addicted to money I can't even stop
Fillin my pockets wit knots
Nigga said he spun my block like
I don't even-I don't even be on my block
I'm state to state and I'm doin' shows
Niggas at home still duckin' these cops
We got that candy get it by the 'bow
Trap out the vacant we settin' up shop

I'm like what you need
This a one stop shop I got bags and lows and ARPs
They put you in that room we know you snitchin' that boy love to sing
Dirty up that sprite its red or purple we not sippin' green
I been gettin' that bread been gettin' that green aint talkin bout produce
Bitch ass nigga on my dick said he gon' press me but I don't know dude
Ridin' round town with the gang members we don't do drop tops we don't do no coupes
Ion even f*ck with no opp nigga we finna fry his ass up like soul food