Murda - Want From Me lyrics

[Intro: Mango Foo] What the f** they want from me What the f** you want from me [Hook: Mango Foo] I'ma young rich n***a, no more hitting licks I used to trap on the corner serving the dimes and nicks These b**hes ain't wanna holla cause I ain't have sh** But now a n***a filthy rich, they be all on my dick What the f** you want, what the f** you want from me What the f** you want, what the f** you want from me What the f** they want, what the f** they want from me What the f** you want, b**h you ain't finna get nothing [Verse 1: Mango Foo] All these b**hes they keep staring My diamonds they glaring Just get out that Aston Martin, finna hop in the McClaren Foreign b**h s**ing on me, she from Paris I told that b**h swallow my kids, can't be a parent Pulling up in a Ferrari, designer my fashion f**ing these hoes then I'ma get ghost like Casper White Lamborghini looking like a napkin You never love 'em or cuff 'em, just pa** 'em b**h tried to hold me up for ransom Cause I'm wealthy and a little handsome Plus I'm hot like a f**ing candle When I'm in the VIP I pop a bottle Then I roll a L, no [?] b**h your n***a tryna take a picture Got a n***a posing for the damn camera If a n***a 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***as 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***a with a lot of money So I'm throwing hunnids on a naked dancer Never cuff her but gotta f** her And when I'm finish you can have her [Hook: Mango Foo] I'ma young rich n***a, no more hitting licks I used to trap on the corner serving the dimes and nicks These b**hes ain't wanna holla cause I ain't have sh** But now a n***a filthy rich, they be all on my dick What the f** you want, what the f** you want from me What the f** you want, what the f** you want from me What the f** they want, what the f** they want from me What the f** you want, b**h you ain't finna get nothing [Verse 2: Migo Domingo] What the f** they want, what the f** she want from me Back in high school that b**h was really on me fronting Now I'm countin' hunnids, money tall like Paul Bunyan Popping bottles, f**ing models like a Playboy bunny I'm a young rich n***a, 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***a whip it Got the Molly Santan on my dick, told your b**h 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***a, no more hitting licks I used to trap on the corner serving the dimes and nicks These b**hes ain't wanna holla cause I ain't have sh** But now a n***a filthy rich, they be all on my dick What the f** you want, what the f** you want from me What the f** you want, what the f** you want from me What the f** they want, what the f** they want from me What the f** you want, b**h you ain't finna get nothing