Relax Rekords - Need It lyrics

[Hook: Kenny Turnup] (x2) Them n***as got Glocks and they aiming now You got what I need so I lay you down I need it right now, do not play around You be talking too much do not make a sound [Verse 1: J $tash] These n***as they watching all of my moves I'm winning I'm winning we can never lose These b**hes they see you know they gone choose(man these b**hes love me) I'm screaming out money you know cash rules(MOB, MOB) Money over b**hes man trash these hoes I'm out here grinding trying to get this dough A young street n***a gotta sell that dope I came out the hood, and ain't had no home But I'm rich hood rich young n***a getting money Young n***a getting money got a bad b**h wanna run to me Got b**hes f**ing with me, cause I'm hunnid Ah he ain't say nothing, baby keep it one hundred (uh) Just keep it one hundred, [?] Just keep it one hundred These b**hes they love me, these hoes wanna f** me They see I'm getting money [?] [Hook: Kenny Turnup] (x2) [Outro] Holy sh**, Relax Gang Volume One [Intro] Yeah Check it out bruh [Hook] (x2) Blue dream, [?] kush Purple haze, we smoking good Blue [?], Adderall [?], Xannax bars [Verse 1] I just copped a five pack of kush, that stupid dank Shoutout to my plug, had that sh** shipped in a [?] Selling all these d** I got kush, lean, molly [?] I'm breaking down a pound 'Bout to bag the whole plate Moves from outta town, trapping in and outta state Got it all the way from the bay, straight down to the A [?] juice man say he 'bout to roll him a eight But I don't smoke dutches, cause I don't like how it taste I'm counting lil' hundreds, everyday I'm at the bank Fell in love with drug money, first time I rob me a plate That was 2008, [?] [?], I told that boy open the safe [Hook] [Verse 2] Trapping till I get no mo' I'm breaking bread up with my foes I'm 'bout to cop a two litre Po' some out and drop a foe I'm riding in a two seater f** that [?] two hoes [?] yesterday Only thing now I got these two hoes I link 'em everyday, cause they know J got that stupid dough [?] kush, molly, coke, fresh up off that f**ing boat Whiter than some dove soap [?] my wardrobe Just like Yo' Gotti, got those packs up in my condo Counting up racks only sh** is them hundos Diamonds round my neck I'm the connect to put you on bro Booming up that sack, cooking up crack even got [?] [?] Broward county, 954 [Hook]