Naughty Boy - 140 Man At Ya Door lyrics

[Verse 1: Swift] I got Z's, I need sleep I got Z's, I need sleep What the hell? That's your girl Doing me and the team Get a brick, get my scales Answer the phone, what do you need? Hit the strip, do the sale My pockets filled up with the Queen I'm the king, got the bling See me flashing on the street He got that and he got this and But, none of them more than me Take the mick, take the piss You shouldn't do that on the street Had the thingy in the basement Put that brap brap on the street [Verse 2: Knine] Bigs and wait in his ride Who's that brutro? Get the hootie, let's slide Or a beat, let me dump off They bump Section everywhere On their lappies and their iPods Trap mode, yeah I hit the roads With my trackie and my Nikes on One-forty man at your door So you better keep them lights off In the studio, Naughty Boy Smoking el [?], I'm high up Ain't gotta jump out the car When we pull up it's a write off Book a full up at the Queen Little man, you better size up [Verse 3: Littlez] I got G's, I need sleep Had the dome blank kicking all week Look at my swag, n***a, no it ain't cheap Running through green, mans got a whole heap Come to your door, one-forty man deep Put the mask on, no trick or no treat From a young boy, I been naughty, when the jakes caught me Told them "No, I don't speak" Is that your girl? Why's she looking at me? Peng ting looking on fleek Listen, it's peak, them n***as ain't got toys Them man, they're telling stories I got Queens in my jeans Cause man will move Harry and Charlie Same routine, I need C.R.E.A.M Manna sky that, watch everyone scream [Verse 4: Deepee] I'm with Wally, I'm with Nine I'm with Lit, I'm with Stee I'm with Dangro, I'm with Flip I'm with Swift, they with me I know hoes don't kiss, don't tell Might tell a ho just in a hotel I need clientele Working the scales, then I do street When man does road, man's raw, peak 1-4-0 at your door, peak Meet and greet, been running Z's all day Been getting puss all week Mental case, teeth like a dental case Man might give a man teefs Dope like kicking like Lee, Naughty's spilling amnese More money that a man see [Verse 5: Sleeks] Running through these bricks With my phones You know how it go Better grab your ho Got your b**h up in the sheets Doing me, on her knees I got money in my jeans I get that from doing street I got what you need I got what you're seeking, boy Manna don't f** with police I tell a man's function, void Jump out, make the ting La la la la, Naughty Boy Tell a big man for my boy I'm travelling sporty toys [Verse 6: Inch] Manna put it on the street Man, it's looking kinda peak Gyal ah do road Wifey do street Man, the trapping life good But the rapping life's sweet Man, I need me a mansion And some oversea suites I'll piss on 'em, flip on 'em sh** on 'em, kick on this beat I pick up and flip up And piff up and switch up a week I love this, I does this We run this, the Section with me He got it, he pop it He shot it, the weapon with him