Need Me lyrics

[Intro]
Helluva made this beat, baby

[Chorus: Janell]
Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking
Crossing states, switchin' phones
Slanging pills, pimping these ho's
All this work gon' get me hope (hey yeah)

Yeah I'm busy but I still don't need no co-defendent
Don't play me like a ho b*tch you know I'm eating it
We gon' keep calling this sh*t long as they keep printing it
And we gon' send them through the mail 'cause the keep shipping
It ain't a dollar at a b*tch, it's real pimping
With this 40 hell yeah but I hit a n*gga
If you don't wanna die please don't defend a n*gga
You was not no savage please don't pretend my n*gga
I got black for you needle heads, time for you snorters
I been thinking 'bout getting my ese across the border
Man we in the biz, drinking lean like it's water
Pure Blue, imagine, n*gga I ain't hitting it with no water n*gga

[Chorus: Janell]
Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking
Profits ain't twitching forth
Slagging pills, pimping these ho's
All this work don't give me hope (hey yeah)
I don't fabricate, I tell the truth
I don't exaggerate
Let it escalate send that n*gga straight to heaven's gate
We got prim and K heartbeat on that inner stage
Stash a hundred K for a motherf*ckin' rainy day
Got her out the mud, except the mud will slip the pain away
I be out the way for my n*ggas they got locked away
Bought a Glock today, it ain't safe to throw a chalk this way
Plot like MJ, when I shoot and they fade away
I'm a business man, got her working like a fitness plan
Then I bit the hand, I'm 100 times a hundred grams
Caught me warm pants I spread the haul minivan
n*ggas plan on my downfall, I'm a miniman

[Chorus: Janell]
Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking
Profits ain't twitching forth
Slagging pills, pimping these ho's
All this work don't give me hope (hey yeah)

[Verse 3: ShredGang Mone]
Lost friends ain't cash, need the paper back
Cheers to all them broke ass nights, because it made me that
Yellow n*gga with the nappy dreads and I post straps
Green beam on the front, this ain't laser tag
Feels step to the renoir and I pray that we make it
Man these n*gga want you dead or in jail, with their hating ass
They have a glow and dust I wish I could take it back, make
Him wave his arms up, like a majorette
You know I keep that b*tch on me, that's a major fact
f*ck the ho's n*ggas in the street be the majorettes
Doing turnarounds and I'm coming back with like 80 cash
In the kitchen with them gloves all giving babys a bath
Get a package, I'm a master with them extra O's
Need work I come to you, I need extra bro
Rose gold, yellow gold and a bezel blown
n*gga reach for these I'm blowing C's out this cantaloupe
b*tch left her dog I need to puss like hell
f*ck her they had a son that ain't look like him
Like Jim couldn't really do the books like that
Knew how to sell before I learnt to cook like that
b*tch, need to pleased by a b*tch before I drop di*k
I can't even breathe on a b*tch who ain't got sh*t
We be high as hell in the field on some hot sh*t
Zay how the f*ck you spin the wheel with that chopstick, n*gga
[Chorus: Janell]
Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking
Profits ain't twitching forth
Slagging pills, pimping these ho's
All this work don't give me hope (hey yeah)