Want From Me lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro: Mango Foo]
What the f*ck they want from me
What the f*ck you want from me

[Hook: Mango Foo]
I'ma young rich n*gga, no more hitting licks
I used to trap on the corner serving the dimes and nicks
These b*tches ain't wanna holla cause I ain't have sh*t
But now a n*gga filthy rich, they be all on my di*k
What the f*ck you want, what the f*ck you want from me
What the f*ck you want, what the f*ck you want from me
What the f*ck they want, what the f*ck they want from me
What the f*ck you want, b*tch you ain't finna get nothing

[Verse 1: Mango Foo]
All these b*tches they keep staring
My diamonds they glaring
Just get out that Aston Martin, finna hop in the McClaren
Foreign b*tch sucking on me, she from Paris
I told that b*tch swallow my kids, can't be a parent
Pulling up in a Ferrari, designer my fashion
f*cking these hoes then I'ma get ghost like Casper
White Lamborghini looking like a napkin
You never love 'em or cuff 'em, just pass 'em
b*tch tried to hold me up for ransom
Cause I'm wealthy and a little handsome
Plus I'm hot like a f*cking candle
When I'm in the VIP I pop a bottle
Then I roll a L, no [?]
b*tch your n*gga tryna take a picture
Got a n*gga posing for the damn camera
If a n*gga snitch, flip him like a sandwich
I'm pouring a four in a Tropicana
Head shot now he got canceled
Pulled up in the hood in a new Phantom
These n*ggas monkey so we got bananas
Dirty stick with the long handles
Pulled up to the club in Panamera
I'm picking up a hoe like [?]
Rich n*gga with a lot of money
So I'm throwing hunnids on a naked dancer
Never cuff her but gotta f*ck her
And when I'm finish you can have her
[Hook: Mango Foo]
I'ma young rich n*gga, no more hitting licks
I used to trap on the corner serving the dimes and nicks
These b*tches ain't wanna holla cause I ain't have sh*t
But now a n*gga filthy rich, they be all on my di*k
What the f*ck you want, what the f*ck you want from me
What the f*ck you want, what the f*ck you want from me
What the f*ck they want, what the f*ck they want from me
What the f*ck you want, b*tch you ain't finna get nothing

[Verse 2: Migo Domingo]
What the f*ck they want, what the f*ck she want from me
Back in high school that b*tch was really on me fronting
Now I'm countin' hunnids, money tall like Paul Bunyan
Popping bottles, f*cking models like a Playboy bunny
I'm a young rich n*gga, no more hitting licks
But I'm still in the trenches with the dirty sticks
The quarterback got the sacks, so I send a blitz
Money over everything, tryna get rich
Trapping nicks, so I gotta keep a cannon
Boards on my window cause the house was abandoned
Smoking gas in the basement, my mama couldn't stand it
Black glove, black mas,k you would've thought I was a bandit
In the kitchen with the pots and pans, watch how n*gga whip it
Got the Molly Santan on my di*k, told your b*tch come lick it
Red bottoms at my feet, yes they cost a healthy ticket
Got control of the game, all I gotta do is click it
[Hook: Mango Foo]
I'ma young rich n*gga, no more hitting licks
I used to trap on the corner serving the dimes and nicks
These b*tches ain't wanna holla cause I ain't have sh*t
But now a n*gga filthy rich, they be all on my di*k
What the f*ck you want, what the f*ck you want from me
What the f*ck you want, what the f*ck you want from me
What the f*ck they want, what the f*ck they want from me
What the f*ck you want, b*tch you ain't finna get nothing
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