I Need It Lyrics – S Type Ponzi

I Need It Lyrics by S Type Ponzi

Intro
(Producer Tag) Cook Up Coop; Always in the kitchen…
(Hartford Po) Homie!
(Hartford Po) Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea!

Verse 1 (Hartford Po)
I told her to count it n add it up
She watching me stamping n bagging up
Her brother a shooter he clap it up

They know what it is ain’t no acting up
Grab on the wheel while I gas it up
Go through the mall and she getting whatever
She grabbing up

Break down the bird and we beat it and jab it up
Weekends I’m coming she packin da saddle up
Her friends wanna come let her tag along
No price on da bag when tagging on

She love that I come from the homicide
She love that I come from the other side
From a block where the drama don’t never die
Pull up on her right after the llama fly

Louboutins on her birthday she traumatized
Know she f#ck with the realest to emphasize
Chorus (Brittney Crush)
I need it

Nice clothes
You getting the bag
Buying me shoes
I like those

I can’t leave it
Oh no
Getting it fast
Come with sacrifice

Yeah I know
Birkin Bag
I need it fast
Get the cash

Birkin Bag
Yeah
I need it fast
Get the cash

Yeahhh
You wanted hustle
And I wasn’t with it
Cause I just beat charges

And I got acquitted
Now I wanna quit it
But you wanna ticket
That lifestyle you feeling

Ain’t none of my business!
That life take you under
The grind and the hunger
But you wasn’t comfy with nights at your mothers

I’m tired of risking my life for the butters
And if I go down
Who gon’ write me? My brothers?
Late night I’m lurking-

Out; they close curtains
I’m over this sh#t now
But you want a Birkin
You act like

“What you gon’ do if you working”
And I’m gettin tired;
I’m through with the cursing
Bad, cause Bee basic

We bagged in a bas#ment
People come around
And start bagging with cases
Don’t fold from pressure

You wanted it, claim it!
Indictments in plenty
And plus, time is hanging
“Love you, I love you”

But trust me, I’m changing
I want da dotey
And you want donations
I’m sharing goals

You sharing locations
And worry about things goin on in the pavement
You got to get a grip,
Cause you ain’t gotta grip

Everything’s legit now
You ain’t gotta trip
You ain’t selling your body
You ain’t gotta strip

Ewing on the Knicks
I wanted out
Shorty want me in
9-5 living

But you want to spend
9 grams of sour
But you wanted 10
9 out of 10

Hit the grave
Or the pen(itentiary)
Pray over me
Pray over we

Ten on the top dec-ade over me
Pray over me
Pray over we
Ten on the top dec-ade over me

Ponz…
Chorus (Brittney Crush)
I need it
Nice clothes

You getting the bag
Buying me shoes
I like those
I can’t leave it

Oh no
Getting it fast
Come with sacrifice
Yeah I know

Birkin Bag
I need it fast
Get the cash
Birkin Bag

Yeah
I need it fast
Get the cash
Yeahhh
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S Type Ponzi Lyrics – I Need It

S Type Ponzi

I Need It