Bobby Ban - What I Want Lyrics

Yeah
It's Bobby Ban

You know what I want, you know what I need
Runnin' to the trap house, with my man eleven
There's levels to shit, there's money in this level
She's sucking my dick, but I am not her boyfriend
She love me so much, she think I am an angel
I know way too much to I know i am the devil
Money, power, fame can make a nigga evil
All it take is pain, to make a nigga kill ya
Nigga went to church, I think a nigga holy
But nigga was broke, but nigga was hard
But the nigga was seeing hoes but a nigga was f*cked
Nigga was seeing hoes but a nigga was f*cked

You know what I want, you know what I need
Dinner in the sky, money in the jet
Bitches in the back seat, Gucci in my racks
Nigga in the Rollie, ice on my neck
Running to my jeweler, freezing on patek
Coping all the new whip, driving to the trap
(Coping all the new whip, driving to the trap)
Calling your new bae, she suck me in my car

Masked all my emotions, now I'm selling drugs
Boy with no money, I went through hell
None this niggas, would let me hold some racks
Now I want a palace, in the islands
Don't want no neighbors, don't want no friends
Don't want no fake love, don't give em chance
Stuck to my hustle, I'm crashin' down my lane
Don't let this f*ck niggas make me insane

You know what I want, you know what I need
Dinner in the sky, money in the jet
Bitches in the back seat, Gucci in my racks
Nigga in the Rollie, ice on my neck
Running to my jeweler, freezing on patek
Coping all the new whip, driving to the trap
(Coping all the new whip, driving to the trap)
Calling your new bae, she suck me in my car

Forward never backwards, I'm getting this money
Nights after night, this nigga is burdened
Ain't no food, and mama is crying
Cuz papa beat her, that bastard ain't tryin'
I wanna fight him, but what if I kill him
Will mama be proud? will mama forgive me?
Day after day, this nigga is struggling
He had to hustle, bring bread to the table
And He had to rap... without a label
Boy went to college, he was chasing dreams
He was struggling, he was suffering
Ain't got the money to purchase the textbooks
He had to run street, too keep up the hustle
He had to run street, to keep up the passing
He graduated, but ain't got no job
He had some problems and called all his friends
But no one had money, and no one could help
Could be they broke or they don't give a damn
Nigga had to learn and live for himself Hustle
(Hustle, Hustle)

You know what I want, you know what I need
Dinner in the sky, money in the jet
Bitches in the back seat, Gucci in my racks
Nigga in the Rollie, ice on my neck
Running to my jeweler, freezing on patek
Coping all the new whip, driving to the trap
(Coping all the new whip, driving to the trap)
Calling your new bae, she suck me in my car

Young blood, what are you doing in this motherfukin' streets
I'm here to change the game, don't care if you think I'm insane
Damn! Why do I relent? I'm in pain! and I finna put a nigga in pain too