Pryde - What U Need lyrics

[Produced by Joey Castellani] [Hook] Baby, I got what you need Arms out like the city is mine Tell 'em they won't ever stop my shine Baby, I got what you need Bad b**hes, all the prettiest dimes Put your fingers in the air one time Baby, I got what you need I don't know where I'm going Tell them other dudes they better take notes Baby, I got what you need On the way up with my main crew b**h, I always repped the same crew Baby, I got what you need [Verse 1] Headed to the cribo Pa**enger seat reclining, arm hanging out the window Man of my city, please let these kids know Hydraulic with the money like a 6-4 Baby, please, for the women that like the squad a lot Daddy's back home, I'm your baby, baby, no oshy kosh More money I make, the more haters just talk that la-di-da That's why I'm posted up with the whole squad at a coffee shop I'm all Hova with a cold shoulder I give a f** bout your accolades and your old quotas It's bout what you're doing now, so if you're testing me I don't give a f** and all your credits ain't impressing me You gotta be a pro to play the sport by me b**h, I'm so close to the game I'm like a court side seat Kids in my city, color envy man, they so love green I can see why they don't like me [Hook] [Verse 2] Since Amy ain't texting me back I'ma work hella hard so I can flex on her a** I need more of this six figures, dressing ridiculous I'm backed up by being me while you're sending her dick pictures You f** boy, comfortable, cozy, no one could stop us Chilling, popping some bubbly with hoes in Polo pajamas And my mom tryna tell me quit smoking, I'm trying baby but life is crazy Still optimistic and my team slick on it They're jealous, no Nick Jonas Got Liam rocking that 'Preme, Sena rocking that Rick Owens And me, human crack in the flesh, I'm the last of the best One word to describe me: the master of flex My main motive is to get that cash Got hoes screaming the set name like Dipset back You're invited to my life, it's super-sized with Uber drivers To the sky, we're super high, don't lose your sight [Hook] [Break] Richvale MarsMG on a f** boy I'm not done yet [Verse 3] The kid they deemed so atrocious I (w)rap around them like cobras Give these b**hes my tip, not talking waitress or hostess I'm striking at them like old Slim, OJ, murderer, OJ Do numbers like Coldplay, buy that Porsche in c**aine Now I don't mean real c**aine, I'm tryna buy a white whip Money like old Tyson, money like I ran the dope game They on my '09 swag, you rappers looking so lame I'm Superman, they Lo' Lane Do it myself, no Cobain Never claimed to be a king but I'm close to it A little different, I don't play the game like most do it They want to watch my show, when money comes the hoes tune in I got my foot in their a**, boy, my whole shoe in What kind of lane you wanna take? Is it rap, pop or what? Prizzy, make up your mind You little b**h, I'm running this whole sh** Just wait till it's my time [Outro] Baby, I got what you need