Need My Space lyrics

[Intro: Jugg Harden & G.T.]
Yeah
Know you broke-ass n*ggas ain't never got a car from a migo, man
You know that
Tell you, man, we really gettin' money, man (I just need my space right now)
For real (Nobody stoppin')
Nobody
Ayy
Alright

[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
My b*tch cost more than yours (Come on, come on, come on)
I just poured up an eight (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy), that's a f*ck before (That's a f*ck before)
[?] slippin' at the light, on me got car insurance
Said I got the big head just like Martin Lawrence (For real)
I got the big head just like Yo Gotti
[?] b*tch with no ass, you ain't got no body (For real)
Get money all day, I ain't got no hobby (I ain't got no hobbies)
Said you and your close friends bein' a ho, probably (Yeah, and what?)
Is that bad b*tch gon' leave when your money low? (For real)
Is she really loyal? Heard she f*ck with bro (Is she?)
If you cheated, she gon' cheat back and up the score (Wow, yeah)
Don't ask what I got on (Ayy), if you know, you know (Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Verse 2: G.T.]
My b*tch got Birkin pus*y, yours barely Gucci (Barely Gucci)
She walk straight to Chanel, never step in Louis (Man, she never step in Louis)
n*ggas ain't stack no money, what them n*ggas doin'? (What you n*ggas doin'?)
Plain jane one-twenty, that's a Paul Newman (Ayy, that's a—, that's a—, Daytona, n*gga)
Wake up, blow some money for the f*cker (Yeah, f*ck 'em)
This is not no Range Rover, n*gga, this a Culinan
The road with the blues, next play, bring the pump (For real)
One shot from that K turn his head to a pumpkin (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
[Verse 3: Jugg Harden & G.T.]
Sippin' on this lean, I don't cough nothin' (For real)
Oh, you want Celine? It don't cost nothin' (It don't cost nothin')
Cut his dreads off 'cause he caught somethin' (Caught somethin')
Shut the f*ck up, you get tossed somethin' (Get tossed somethin')
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't upped nothin' (Yeah)
Money well spent, I don't take nothin' (Man, I don't take nothin')
All this sh*t I done did, surprised that I ain't feel it (For real)
And I got 'scripts too, supply you with the meds (Ayy, let's go)
When you at work, man, that b*tch be f*ckin' in your bed (Damn)
And I feel weird when I don't take my meds
I'll rob on arrival, I'm these lil' n*ggas' idol
Told the b*tch go wrestlin' if she want a title (Ayy)

[Verse 4: G.T.]
I told the b*tch I don't get horny, I ain't got a bank (Chick)
Did so much foam, I ain't even got a thank (I didn't)
Flyin' up the Mile, Forgiatos on the spaceship (Yeah)
Light gold with the cuts, got it lookin' like a Jega
Don't talk money, you ain't really gettin' paper (Yeah)
To get up to my money, I'm gon' need an escalator (Yeah)
Eight-car garage, crib with the elevator (I need it)
Peanut butter seats, Bentley with the angel in it (Yeah)
(I just need my space right now)
I just need my space
Check all blues, both pockets like I'm seawalkin' (For real)
Went and bought six cars, a n*gga used to be walkin'
I text, they'll put holes in your head like a sea dolphin (Bah-bah-bah-bah)