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Turn my headphones up, louder, uh huh, uh huh What you need, what–what what you need I got, what you need, what–what what you need (bam) What you need, what–what what you need I got, what you need Hello, hello, hello white America, assassinate my character Money matrimony, yeah they tryna break the marriage up Who gon' act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya? I'ma need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up Bueller had a Muller but I switched it for a Mille Cause I’m richer, and prior to this shit was moving free base Had a conference with the DJs (yeah?), Puerto Rico three days Poli with the PDs now they got our shit on replay Sorry I’m in pajamas but I just got off the PJ And last party we had, they shut down Prive Ain’t that where the Heat play? (Yeah) Niggas hate ballas these days (Yeah) Ain’t that like Lebron James? Ain’t that just like D. Wade? Wait What you need, what–what what you need I got, what you need, what–what what you need (bam) What you need, what–what what you need I got, what you need Songtexte Wussup, wussup, wussup, wussup Wussup muh'fucka where my money at? You gon make me come down to your house where yo mommy at Mummywrap the kids, have ‘em cryin’ for they mommy back Dummy that your daddy is, tell 'em I just want my racks Racks on racks on racks (racks!) Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs Who in that? Oh shit, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks Hunnid stack–How you get it? Nigga layin’ raps on tracks I wish I could give you this feeling, I’m planking on a million I’m riding through yo hood, you can bank I ain’t got no ceiling Made a left on Nostrand Ave., we in Bed Stuy Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive I remain Chi-town, Brooklyn ‘til I die Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home… I got what you need, what–what you need Take ‘em on home What you need, what–what you need I got, what you need, what–what you need Take ‘em on home Tryna hurt my name, huh? Aus Songtexte Mania