Zone Beatz - What They Want lyrics

They ain't feeling what I do So I give 'em what they want I'm still pushing that truth If they listen or they don't Ain't nobody stopping FEW We just give 'em what we on Go and ask about that move Boy you know my favor long I go hard I go hard I go hard Boy I give them what they want I go hard I go hard I go hard Boy we give them what we on (yeah) All about that paper (swerve) All about that Savior (yup) I'm all about that life That I never had to pay for What you know about that I done switched up on a trap beat Yeen know I could do that But nah this ain't about me I just used be what I used to be And now usually I'm cool to be Like no one else no trendy topics No d** or money no ladies droppin Rapping Andy's verse like you can't stop me I'm cool to lose so I ain't co*ky So out the picture no need to crop me Giving it that one two punch Balboa Rocky Can I do it I'ma do it I'ma cook this beat like I brew it Then write a 16 like the Sistine Like Michelangelo coolin Wooo I'm boolin' On this type of beat I ain't losing But the fact remains its all about king But when I snatch the mic just to do this They ain't feeling what I do So I give 'em what they want I'm still pushing that truth If they listen or they don't Ain't nobody stopping FEW We just give 'em what we on Go and ask about that move Boy you know my favor long I go hard I go hard I go hard Boy I give them what they want I go hard I go hard I go hard Boy we give them what we on (yeah)

They say that trap music is what they're used to Yeah I used to trap but that's old news I used to hang with dudes That used to slang them things I called them Tim Taylor Cause they kept the tool Since I found the Lord I feel like I can't lose I'm like Da La Salle Back in '92 Every single time I step in the booth I ain't leaving there until I spit some truth I gotta tell 'em Feet planted I ain't going anywhere If they lost we gotta find them can't leave 'em there Time to change the game up Roger Goodell I ain't playing, I ain't playing they can see the stare Even if they don't listen I'ma give 'em that hard like I whipped it in the kitchen Someone tell 'em pay attention There's a lot they ain't getting Bout to jump it off Put the key in the ignition I ain't riding around with no nina But my boo beside me like beepers We at the red light bumping stage lights And I'm blasting that in my speakers If they like it or not It don't matter to me As long as they're hearing the truth Go hard in the paint like Blake Griffin Get out of line we correct you like auto-tune They ain't feeling what I do So I give 'em what they want I'm still pushing that truth If they listen or they don't Ain't nobody stopping FEW We just give 'em what we on Go and ask about that move Boy you know my favor long I go hard I go hard I go hard Boy I give them what they want I go hard I go hard I go hard Boy we give them what we on (yeah)