Need it, need it, need it, need it And look, look, uh Now why that metronome sound like it's wristwatch? He said he got her early but that hoe go tic-tac Goin' to Cali, rest in Vegas to the pit stop Be rich forever, Lil' Roddy and some Rick Ross We need a tip-top shaker, playin' pressure We ain't off it till that *** break And we want all the beef, been prepared for high stakes He say, what you tryna do? He say, whatever it takes We gon' make you jump down to the floor And make that *** quit Like, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap And throw it back, yeah Had to remind him that he fuckin' with a savage I pull up on you and I change your life drastically He talkin' crazy but he blame it on the answer Baby, you cappin', I ain't trippin' on ya Like my style, I got my drip from California Pack my bags in and I brought it all to NOLA This *** ain't average, baby, I thought I told ya I thought I told ya And I pray for this, so I put in work habitual Break the bread, do it again, just like a ritual Hit my two-step, bitch, put my fine straight Melrose Crews and he gon' do whatever I say Throw a stack, stack, stack, stack, stack, stack I'm doin' racks, bitch *