Vado - What You Need lyrics

[Verse 1: Vado] Welcome to the concrete jungle Slow grind, dope line, block need bundles Weatherman rain stacks, R.I.P Bundles Damier, grey black belts, sneaks, duffles That's a old fit, red bumper hold bricks Custom van droved it, 100 grand road trip Patrick Swayze Rolls Royce on some ghost sh** I don't spit, want a sixteen, take the whole clip. b**h! I don't talk, I'm who they talk about Never chase, they chase me soon as they see me walkin' out Everyday he ain't sick wit it I bring his coffin out No green you couldn't sell ? if you were ? I go hard with the best crooks No cash, pay with credit cards or a checkbook We been better, got bars make the rest shook Trendsetters, show the rock stars or the prep look [Hook: Vado] What you lookin' at? What you lookin' at? We in the kitchen by the stove where we cookin' at We on a mission in control and you shook of that Money clothed, bank rolls, yeah we good with that We jumped up, we party Like what you need, we got it Like what you need, we got it Like what you need, we got it We jumped up, we party Like what you need, we got it Like what you need, we got it Like what you need, we got it [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] One track mind, gotta get this money right Young a** n***a on his grind all my f**in' life n***as goin' broke, they don't hustle right I get 10,000 a show that's every other night On stage forty minutes catch another flight Shopping when I land just to keep my luggage light Clown n***as talkin' loud I don't f**in' like Baby f**in' me cuz she say he don't f** her right Look, I been ballin' since my other life Scared money stay broke and I was on the dice Learned early n***as fake and kept my circle tight And put the money over b**hies, Rollies under ice Was never lookin' at my dreams through a f**in' pipe Half a kilo, Cuban Linx 'fore I touched the mic Gangbangin' lookin' back though we wasn't right It got my n***a Page double life Repeat Hook [Verse 3: Vado] Yo honey dip, I been gettin' fly on the money tip My money flip went from rubberbands to a money clip Get money, yet he don't understand who he f**in' wit I represent from that bottom, it's evidence that it's Harlem Yeah, they like you better win cause you got 'em I never spend but I cop 'em, my sweater ? Red Bottoms Hot, Close range when the iron blow sh**, I need a whole thing on consignment though It's not a game I ain't tryna pro I rather slang 'caine like behind the stoves Check Nipsey left tipsy Chicks with me, had the six in se'n fifty Bricks filthy, hit the strip with wet milky Not guilty, took a step and left quickly Money out of violence and d** only Vado be that mothaf**in' thug homie Repeat Hook