Green R. Fieldz - Got What Ya Need lyrics

[Verse 1:] Anytime, anyway anywhere If you got that cash money I can get the weed there I can get you any strain, any flavor, any name I just put the call in and they put it on a plane Started at the bottom doing brick weed deals Bushing big weight deals in my teenage years I got them green thumb here I got them hippie sk**s Graduate in Humboldt county in the big green fields Indoor outdoor, cloves and seeds Unlimited supply, anywhere you wanna meet We the top of the mountain, but ain't even at our peak They wanna get it legalized, we wanna get it on the street Rappin how I livin the specifics get emitted So if the feds is listening I'll never be convicted Respected in my neighborhood for bringing you the game In the chronic hall of fame, been pimpin Mary Jane [Chorus:] [x4] Got what you need I hope you brought up all the cash Got what you need Got-got what you need [Verse 2:] I got what you need You got the weed we got a deal 200 pack sealed up, that's a cool quarter mil Rubber bands in the bag around hundred dollar bills Stacking up the cash money always gave me a thrill Let my chick count the cash in the bag If the money don't match I'm sending people to your pad Usually I'm a pretty nice guy But if you try to play me I ain't gonna play shy Crumpled marijuana's keeping families alive It's how we survive, it's how we provide Walking a fine line, turning a kind into a gold mine Morning you're smoking it up Before you know it you'll be so high My weed's the best, I'll bet you anything invite the bookie It gets you so bent it ain't mad for the rookie That's why you're paying top dollar for the good weed We only dealing with the dankest green, like it should be [Chorus] [x4] [Verse 3:] Young feels can you save me? Nah, but I can make a tree teleport People that I'm dealing with These bosses man, they never shorten If they think that they gonna cross us In the hills we hold em good Man f*ck a hundred pack boy I got my els at sixteen I was running that boy Didn't know what to do with the cash Blew it ran through it fast If you need it I had it flower oil edibles hash Hella work when it's bone dry I been here my dope rhyme When damp season starts I'm letting 40 thousand crones fly Ten bucks a whop, you do the math on your own time And you can get popped just for having your phone line So what you need I hope you brought up all the cash When I deliver the packs Look like a truck full of trash I'm a cannabis cowboy, who's hating on that Need the cannabis now, boy Then we got the sack [Chorus][x4]