FL Lotto - What You Need lyrics

[Intro] From the stove to all this gold that's up on my wrist I'm feeling good, I just might f** yo b**h Nice fit, plus the game is priceless Turn this sh** into an exorcism, s** the soul out my dick I tried to find the chill I think I lost in the liq I'm feeling good, I just might f** yo b**h Thick thighs, long hair, nice lips I swear to god man I ain't never had no p**y like this [Verse 1] f** you and, that new n***a that you mess with I'm kinda glad me and my ex split Cause now I'm f**ing b**hes that'll make a normal n***a bust quick My chocolate in they mouth like some Nesquick Let's get back to the money though, I'm dealing I'm counting on my flow to make it stack up to the ceiling ...ha, now that's irony The piggies squealing, they've been eyeing me The only me you know is the higher me, hire me if you need a supplier of that fire please I'm tryna be the one with all the zeroes, call it binary I'mma be the black sheep making Black Eyed Peas money after Imma Be I can go off on tangents and get a cosine from anyone Lotto big with the white girl's, call him Forever 21 And, a n***a ain't even 21 yet but i still set it off don't get him upset [Bridge] I'm jet set, and I'm lifted, and I'm gone I don't need me a prescription to stay gifted off of that strong And I know that you heard bout me, soon you gon' see bout that hype And I know that you look good but I still can't make you my wife Girl you need you some pipe, yeah (x2) Said my dick like a snipe-r, hit you from long range when I hit from the bike You need this in yo life, you need this in yo life Girl you need you some pipe [Hook] I got what you need for the night What you need for the night, girl I got what you need for the night What you need for the night What you need for the (x2) I got tree, I got light I got lean, I got sprite I got perc, I got white What you need for the night, what you need for the night? (x2) [Outro: Alex Davis] From the stove to all the gold that's all up on my wrist I'm feeling good, I just might f** yo b**h Ya, ya, ya From the stove to all the gold that's all up on my wrist I'm feeling good, ya I just might f** yo b**h Yaaaa I just might f** your b**h