Max B - What You Want From Me lyrics

[Intro: Max B] Boss Don Biggavel' Beanie Sigel, yeah [Hook: Max B (Beanie Sigel)] What you want from me Roll the blunt for me Hold me down, me down Roll this, s*ut, for me I'm tryna bone Me down, me down We sit comfortably [Beanie Sigel] Max B, I'm feelin' wavy in this b**h Broad Street Bully, Biggavel', let's get it If it cost to be the boss, I could flip the bill Ball like Chris Paul and I don't push the pill I just move the rock, I'm a boss, b**h, rich or not It's what you keep not what you cop Ya n***as talkin' what you used to do What they used to have, how much coke that they used to grab Man we doin' it, y'all done it, yeah y'all ran it, but we run it sh**, if we don't got it (we don't want it) We don't' chase paper, we catch it Back and forth trips to the desert I'm tryna hit my number twice then press it This money long like cigarette boats We 'bout to blow it like cigarette smoke n***a we eatin' You n***as wearin' fake j**elry (Cheatin') Man I'm a boss, I don't count paper I way it And I don't place bets I lay it And I don't k** n***as I "Okay" it [Verse 2: Max B] Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes Competition, I like dikes Like to get tipsy, tricksy crammed in n***as you think hot, Bigga, he can't stand them, damn them I can give a f** what you n***as think, I'm gettin' paid Penthouse, givin' dick to maids Hit the Spades, Black jack, 21, pitty-pat See you with' your chain, better gimme that b**h, Mac Book Pros all over Tact took stacks, shook pros all over I got goons that'll flip and just give 'em the word Ya know, while I sit in the Bird Got the boy seeds as in Allah My Haitian boy teeth way Malakiah p**y was my alibi Even though, I was in the cut makin' music Ay, booty baby'll get ya paid I can get ya laid off the pimpy, simply Just kuz I'm the guy b**hes got 'em like Mardi Gras, sit the potty high I'm a sh** on you b**h-made, switchblade I'll cut you n***as face, whachu want from me [Hook: Max B] [Verse 3: French Montana] Any set get mashed on, y'all h*mo n***as makin' f*g corn Who gave these n***as platform? Get the money, then the power, then respect I don't step on n***as toes, step on n***as necks n***a check, gave life to the game, say thank you We don't wanna plate, n***as want the whole table Gave you n***as Coke Wave, Quarantine, Cocaine Konvict Grand Cru with the sour deez Cough, have ya brains leakin' out (Prego sauce) A n***a cross us, die on the cross They want beef, what kinda sauce I push a 911, kinda Porsche Boss Don, Mac, Beans n***as off the wall like a flat screen, what's happening [Interlude: Hollywood Fergie] sh** don't stop Max, Mac N Cheese, talk to 'em Mack [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] It's The Broad Street Bully, The Silver Surfa Catch the wave, pull a stop on the 'caine, or I stretch the gauge 100 grand, rubber bands in the duffle 100-shot Mac, leather strap with the muzzle Rip anything that I spit on f** if it's my beef, any f**in' set could get dipped on k** with the chips or, Max cut the checks and the sh**'s on Duck-Hunt these birds till clips gone [Hook: Max B]