WHat THey Want

[Produced by Mike WiLL Made It] [Intro] This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from Drop your pants to your knees Girl, I'm capital G [Verse 1] Might pull up in my bucket, this nine holds a good dozen Might slide up in your cousin,just made a mil' and still thuggin' Niggas banged on me, but they should've shot me See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him Court date, but I skipped the bail,rather wig myself before I sit in jail Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean,got a hat say Figg', on my gangsta tip Don't trust no ho, I might sock the bitch,I'm apocalypse, to your politics Might cop the Phantom, get ghostI can pay your bills with this coat Need an extra band for this smoke,I can see for miles with this scope, nigga Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer, Misses Piggy, want a piggyback Rock cremation, then called it crack,I'mma keep on eating, 'til my ankles fat Sell that fix, throw it cross the map,push my penis in between her lap Put my semen all down her throat,'til Tito kilos come off that boat [Hook] This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want [Bridge] Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow Speeding through the yellow lights Treat my Versace belt, like it's a mistletoe I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heights And I'd be dodging the police, when I was poor with no lights When I was poor with potential, watch my flow in four inches Oh Lord, she in Christians, all gold for my Adventist Pulled it down and she kissed it, all gold where my wrists is God'll judge, no conviction Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted Moving my whip down the boulevard Word round town, I was selling hard Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo Hit her on the floor and then I lay low Amigos say "Que pasa with the pesos?" Promethazine codeine, caseloads (T.R.U.) And when I pull up to the valet, you know I got the strippers on payroll! [[Hook] + Bridge] [Verse 3] 100k in my trunk, keep that bitch with that donk She gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal She gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hat This that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climax This that shit you just bought, this that Q go ham hard This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores Come in kids, lock the door, knock-knock-knock, hit the floor Need my bread off the top,could buy anything off the lot This that steel, not the grill,get them slugs off for real This that curl with the gel,we gon' win, smoke the L's She love my mic, rock the bell,leave that punani killed All them hoes run to Q,spit that truth,make the loot Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot This that filthy convo, this that must be Figueroa [[Hook] + Bridge]