Young Thug Lyrics

This is what you need, need (Ayy)

I came with plenty (racks)

This is what you need

Wear my heart (Heart)

On my sleeve (Hey)

Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is

Cross my heart the 

Door ajar unless it's Bentley

Say you wanna turn my back 

Don't go knock on my dawg door (Yeah, yeah)

I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (Yeah)

Hey sis, spendin’ it up

Okay, you beat your cases and 

You don't have to sell 

The can now (Sell the can now)

And that fuckin' ring 

look like the Grand Slam (Woah)

Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley

jet to transit (Woah)

Eat us some lobsters, just the bros 

I left the hoes out

Lost thirty million this year 

And that's with the shows out (Woah)

I told 'em put the rest of it up

We got to hold out

Got a few opp bitches 

Tryna figure out where my show spot

Them racists pockets, full of big faces

Get'cha paid quick

Walk up on 'em and just face it (Bah)

Open cases, guess they thought

I was something to play with (Woo)

Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (Woo)

Tryna rob, your chances are 

Slimmer than Shady (Yeah)

She got her hair long with the Maison’s on, no basic (Oh yeah, yeah)

She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (Yeah)

These niggas basic 

They need to face it

I'ma turn off the light

Lil' shawty is you breathin'?

Tell me if you caught a fever

Strictly fuckin' up every season (Oh)

I took a roxy and it changed me

I took her out, she know the pain, baby

You a hard-headed nigga, yeah

Fuck all that though

No back and forth with the 

mob ‘bout them nothin' ass hoes

No back and forth with the mob 

‘bout your ratchet ass hoe

I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-La-la-la, la-la-la

Ooh, ooh, na-na

I don't wanna get no crown

Blessed with her heartaches

My heart gone