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Don't Need Much Video (MV)




Performed By: Noah Yount
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Noah Yount




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Ey I feel like money
With my face all numb
Bitch, would you love me
If I ain't got none
F*ck it I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
Baby I'm a simple man
Really I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
F*ck the bells n whistles, man
I'm at home in Osaka nights but I'm out the "B", boy
Midwest chopping like
"Dog, I'm not a beach boy"
Rappers on that popping life
I just want some weed choice
Never tossing dollars like my personality's void
Party like a rockstar
Even when I'm cleaned up
She doubt I'm cockstar
Says I'm way too clean-cut
But, I be going rock hard
Known to make a freak blush
Screaming "I'm a monstar"
Eat a bowl of these nuts
Call up the base click
And let's hang, hang
'Bout to hit the place with
Music and some drank, drank
Pull up in a space ship
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Walk into the ape shit,
Where haters yelling "gang, gang"
Oh you got a mic too
Gimme that and get work
Baby I'm a Kaiju
City 'bout to get burnt
I would never lie, dude
You should look at Nyzz first
I'm feeling like a million bucks
And 'bout to get to get turnt
Ey I feel like money
With my face all numb
Bitch, would you love me
If I ain't got none
F*ck it I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
Baby I'm a simple man
Really I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
F*ck the bells n whistles, man
All I do is keep it me
I don't feed a trend, naw
I don't need that VIP
Bitch, just keep them Hens tall
I dint need the fake love
You amongst some men, dog
No, we ain't no day ones
But I'm still a friend, dog
So I wouldn't curve you when it come to make a toast
No, I wouldn't curve you when it come to past a post
I am too determined now to make tonight the most of it
Ain't no one deterring me that only came for smoke
I'm in a hundred-dollar fit
But the ladies strain to look
'Cause I got a lotta drip
And it got a hater shook
I am positively lit
I'm about to make it cook
So before I'm 'bout to dip
Tell the DJ play the hook, like
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Ey I feel like money
With my face all numb
Bitch, would you love me
If I ain't got none
F*ck it I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
Baby I'm a simple man
Really I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
F*ck the bells n whistles, man
I'm at home in Osaka nights but I'm out the "B", boy
Midwest chopping like
"Dog, I'm not a beach boy"
Rappers on that popping life
I just want some weed choice
Never tossing dollars like my personality's void
Party like a rockstar
Even when I'm cleaned up
She doubt I'm cockstar
Says I'm way too clean-cut
But, I be going rock hard
Known to make a freak blush
Screaming "I'm a monstar"
Eat a bowl of these nuts
Call up the base click
And let's hang, hang
'Bout to hit the place with
Music and some drank, drank
Pull up in a space ship
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Walk into the ape shit,
Where haters yelling "gang, gang"
Oh you got a mic too
Gimme that and get work
Baby I'm a Kaiju
City 'bout to get burnt
I would never lie, dude
You should look at Nyzz first
I'm feeling like a million bucks
And 'bout to get to get turnt
Ey I feel like money
With my face all numb
Bitch, would you love me
If I ain't got none
F*ck it I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
Baby I'm a simple man
Really I don't need much
For me to turn up, yeah
F*ck the bells n whistles, man
All I do is keep it me
I don't feed a trend, naw
I don't need that VIP
Bitch, just keep them Hens tall
I dint need the fake love
You amongst some men, dog
No, we ain't no day ones
But I'm still a friend, dog
So I wouldn't curve you when it come to make a toast
No, I wouldn't curve you when it come to past a post
I am too determined now to make tonight the most of it
Ain't no one deterring me that only came for smoke
I'm in a hundred-dollar fit
But the ladies strain to look
'Cause I got a lotta drip
And it got a hater shook
I am positively lit
I'm about to make it cook
So before I'm 'bout to dip
Tell the DJ play the hook, like
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