Got What You Need lyrics

by

Big Sean


[Intro: French Montana]
Yes, Nip
Montana
Wiz
Uh

[Chorus: French Montana]
Roll up a blunt
I got what you need
b*tches they love it, b*tches they love it, haah
Roll up the weed
Everything's on the house f*ckin' with me
And the money call, n*gga I'm on it
n*gga, I'm from the streets
b*tches f*ck and leave, haah
And, n*gga, I'm on it
n*gga, I'm on it

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Got the proposition with no pot to p*ss in
We the hardest out, it ain't no competition
And I be's the jungle fever
Get the hard chiba, lower than a dark caesar
Unbeatable, unbelievable and the drug dealers love me
Told me I ain't need the blow
Here's a half a brick, n*gga, you don't need to show
But I took it easy like I don't see the toll
Jewelry 3 below, n*ggas get pita rolled
Tunnel vision on that money, I don't see a hoe
I'm 'bout the chops, that shottie spark, blew off a body part
Hoe
[Chorus: French Montana]
Roll up a blunt
I got what you need
b*tches they love it, b*tches they love it, haah
Roll up the weed
Everything's on the house f*ckin' with me
And the money call, n*gga I'm on it
n*gga, I'm from the streets
b*tches f*ck and leave, haah
And, n*gga, I'm on it
n*gga, I'm on it

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, uh
First n*gga to put it down, rep the city the way I do it
Got these n*ggas rollin' they drugs, b*tches with they hand out
But we don't feed nothin' but champagne and zigzag stuffers
Takin' pictures with my campaign stuntin'
n*gga, I ain't showin off, them n*ggas tuck they wings
I'm the flyest in my course
High as f*ck at the game, sittin' courtside with my bad b*tch and she roll up too
Just a couple names you should fear
Nowhere near tired but had a good year
If b*tches still choosin' n*ggas hatin' on me
If you ain't talkin' paper, that's another story
[Chorus: French Montana]
Roll up a blunt
I got what you need
b*tches they love it, b*tches they love it, haah
Roll up the weed
Everything's on the house f*ckin' with me
And the money call, n*gga I'm on it
n*gga, I'm from the streets
b*tches f*ck and leave, haah
And, n*gga, I'm on it
n*gga, I'm on it

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Yuh, Hussle, listen
Look
See I'm the type of n*gga they know not to push
Plus I got them type of choppers leave Osama shook
Real crook, you would think I'm was some type of Bush
Those b*tches open their legs so I octopus
It's all money in, but that's just common sense
I wish that y'all could see these checks I be depositin'
We drives in, b*tches rides in
b*tch times ten like f*ck who I offend
We just do us, you just copy them
Two X's, one L, we the top ten
And I ain't never been too big about what the critics say
Unless the critics say that type of sh*t that get me baked
Hussle
[Chorus: French Montana]
Roll up a blunt
I got what you need
b*tches they love it, b*tches they love it, haah
Roll up the weed
Everything's on the house f*ckin' with me
And the money call, n*gga I'm on it
n*gga, I'm from the streets
b*tches f*ck and leave, haah
And, n*gga, I'm on it
n*gga, I'm on it

[Verse 4: Big Sean]
I just, I just, I just want the money and the power (I Do)
And I get 'em both ten thousand miles an hour (I Do)
That's why your girl would leave with me but you will not allow her
f*ck your lil' section, b*tch, I want the entire
My n*gga Wiz roll up like we cripple, respect
Man, I bet syou call big when I'm little (Haha)
And she gone' call me big when she wiggle
Me and two hoes and I'm just chillin' in the middle (Like waddup though?)
b*tch, your whole life is fictional
Your b*tch want to play doctor on my di*k, she want my physical
Smokin' medical marijuana, my sh*t's medicinal
I love it, love it, love it
b*tch, I love it unconditional (Boy)

[Chorus: French Montana]
Roll up a blunt
I got what you need
b*tches they love it, b*tches they love it, haah
Roll up the weed
Everything's on the house f*ckin' with me
And the money call, n*gga I'm on it
n*gga, I'm from the streets
b*tches f*ck and leave, haah
And, n*gga, I'm on it
n*gga, I'm on it
Haah
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