Need It lyrics

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Money on money, I need it
Foreigns on foreigns, I'm speedin'
Opiates blue, I gon' bleed 'em
All of these b*tches, I lead 'em and lead 'em
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
Money on money, I need it
Foreigns on foreigns, I'm speedin'
Opiates blue, I gon' bleed 'em
All of these b*tches, I lead 'em and lead 'em
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—

[Verse 1: Mikey The Magician]
We f*ck up the venue, we might blow the speaker up
b*tch, we cannot stand you, I know y'all be creepin' up
I know you be shakin', b*tch, you need some cleanin' up
I cannot defend you, boy, you need to toughen up
Uno, dos, tres, keep the Nina by my chest
Workin' hard, I'm by the desk, Dunder Mifflin with the check
We got paper, we in Scranton, no insurance, f*ck the damage
If I want it I'mma have it, UPS track the package
Now, hold up, hold up, the Tech be f*ckin' pourin' out
Like, hold up, hold up, let me check the bank account
Hey, wassup, wassup, I got me some Benjis now
Trap a beat then do a show, I'm Gucci now
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Money on money, I need it
Foreigns on foreigns, I'm speedin'
Opiates blue, I gon' bleed 'em
All of these b*tches, I lead 'em and lead 'em
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
Money on money, I need it
Foreigns on foreigns, I'm speedin'
Opiates blue, I gon' bleed 'em
All of these b*tches, I lead 'em and lead 'em
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—

[Verse 2: Craig Xen]
Hoppin' up out of the van, come get your mans
He mad I'm tourin' now (Tourin' now)
Xen, it be Mikey Magician
We whippin' and sippin' prescription and foreigns now (Ayy)
G, came a long way, b*tch, get out my face (okay)
Everything you see we got we earned that the hard way (Yo-yo-yo)
b*tches got me preachin' 'bout how they can't get no handouts
'Tis the season, Buffet feastin' militia keep plenty rounds (Brrrah)
He who beefin' gon' be he who leakin', he keep playin' 'round
We create the console, don't set that controller down (Controller)
They see us succeeding, tourin' nationwide (Nationwide)
They type they opinion, we type ATM dollar amounts (Brrrah)
Then we gone deposit that, more cash than your scholarship
I dropped out of college and I'm ballin' on y'all faggot ass
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Money on money, I need it
Foreigns on foreigns, I'm speedin'
Opiates blue, I gon' bleed 'em
All of these b*tches, I lead 'em and lead 'em
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
Money on money, I need it
Foreigns on foreigns, I'm speedin'
Opiates blue, I gon' bleed 'em
All of these b*tches, I lead 'em and lead 'em
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—
All of these drugs, I just— all of these drugs, I just—