Whatever You Need lyrics

[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Homegirl bought her a place
With her dad and she likes the spot
But that girl's got the jacks on her back
'Cause her old man still push keys like Microsoft
You raid tombs on Lara Croft
Pass the pot, pass parcels for larger drops
Said I'd never be the dude that your father was
But I bring fire to the booth like I'm Charlie Sloth
But I still go f*ck while her man's asleep
She's got a package from Japan for me
b*tch even cut a gram for me
When her man's on a trip
She puts Drake on and strips just to dance for me
So I took her to the hoods like Hilltop
f*ckin' b*tches with the fifties and the ziplock
Fist through the Gyprock just to stop hurting
You're p*ssed off, fightin', sorry I'm not perfect
Stop trying, I'm sorry I'm not worth it
All we ever do is collide and it's not workin'
Probably why I'm livin' my life and stay high all the time
When I'm out in the ride, the cops search it
I only fall for the ones that are f*cked up
Ha, Captain Save-a-Hoe
Blakey knows that he never put hands on his b*tch
But his b*tch still try put the hands on the AVO
That's a low blow and below the belt
Wait, I don't mind, she can f*ck me off
And tell her friends that I'm dead, I'm a dog in my head
And in the end, she invites me to bed still to suck me off
Probably why I never trust a thot
It's cold heart, she's Mozart the way that she brush me off
I get money, f*ck the cops
I'm still bustin' a shot in the air for the love we lost
Check-check, soul's on a ride
Raised on my real, roll on my grind
Mull me a life and control of my spine
All backbone, 'cause she's getting rolled 'til I'm high
Back and forth, back and forth, that confuse you?
It's probably why I couldn't leave ya if I choose to
Had the b*tch playing Biggie on the Bluetooth
Spinnin' on my di*k like ballerinas in a tutu
[Chorus: ChillinIt]
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed
Baby, come f*ck with the team, ayy
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed
Baby, come f*ck with the team, Huskii

[Verse 2: Huskii]
I knew that I loved her the day that I seen her
All black nails in an all black Beamer
She gots the lien, I got lean on my sneakers
We eat them beans then we sleep 'til the evening
Her daddy say I die if I ever try leavin'
I still owe G's off P's from last season
I hope he don't know his daughter caught feelings
I f*ck her, she screamin', choke her, no breathin'
I f*ck her while The Weeknd playin'
I gotta catch the weekend plane
XO like a Weeknd chain
I'll be back in a week, don't be weak, just wait
I don't even need this weight
I come here just to see your face
I swear that we should leave this place
But your dad got connections to find me and leave me waste
I don't wanna love her, but I love her
I don't wanna f*ck her, but she back under the covers
I feel like her daddy been talking to undercovers
He stitchin' me up, so I been doing a runner
I'll never see her again
I'm still having dreams in my head
Of them days on the farm when I needed a bed
And your dad took me in, gave me means to an end
I ran off on the plug, never see you again
[Chorus: ChillinIt]
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed
Baby, come f*ck with the team, ayy
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed
Baby, come f*ck with the team, ayy
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed
Baby, come f*ck with the team, ayy
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed
Baby, come f*ck with the team, Huskii

[Outro: ChillinIt]
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need