[Lyric] I Need It (S Type Ponzi)

Intro
(Producer Tag) Cook Up Coop; Always in the kitchen…

(Hartford Po) Homie!
(Hartford Po) Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea!

Verse 1 (Hartford Po)
I told her to count it then add it up

She watching me stamping and bagging up

Her brother a shooter he clap it up

They know what it is ain’t no acting up
(Ad lib)

Grab on the wheel when I gas it up

Go through the mall and she getting
Whatever she grabbing up
Break down the birdie;
We beat it and jab it up

Weekends I’m coming;
She packing the saddle up

Friends wanna come?
Let her tag along

No price on the bag
When she tagging off

She love that I come
From da homicide

She love that I come from that other side

From a block where the drama don’t never die

Pull up on her right after the llama fly
(Yea)

Louboutins on her birthday she traumatized
(Yea)

Know she fuck with the realest to emphasize
Chorus (Brittney Crush)
I need it

Nice clothes

You getting the bag
Buying me shoes

I like those

I can’t leave it

Oh no

Getting it fast

Come with sacrifice

Yeah I know

Work it… back!

I need it… fast!

Get the cash
Yeah, yeah-eh

Birkin Bag

I need it fast

Get the cash!

Yeah Yayeyeahaye yeah

Verse 2 (S Type Ponzi)
You wanted hustle;

I wasn’t with it

I just beat charges
And I got acquitted

I wanna quit it

But you wanna ticket?

That lifestyle you feeling
Ain’t none of my business!

Life take you under:

Grind and the hunger

But you wasn’t comfy with nights at your mother

I’m tired of risking my life for the butters

And if I go back

Who gon’ write me? My brother?

Late night I’m lurking-

They closing curtains

I’m over this shit now
But you want a Birkin

You act like
“What you gon’ do if you working”

And I’m gettin tired;
And through with the cursing

Bad, could be basic

We bagged in a basement

Them people come ‘round

And start bagging with cases

Don’t fold from pressure

You wanted it, claim it!

Indictments ain’t plenty
And plus, diamond’s hanging

“Love you, I love you,”

But trust me, I’m changing

Cause I want da dotey

And you want donations

I’m sharing goals

You sharing locations

And worry ‘bout things goin on in the pavement

You got to get a grip

Cause you ain’t gotta grip

Everything legit now

You ain’t gotta trip

You ain’t selling your body

You ain’t gotta strip

Never won it all:

Ewing on the Knicks

I wanted out

Shorty want me in

9-5 living

Shorty want to spend

9 grams of sour

But she wanted 10

9 out of 10
Hit the grave
Or the penn

Pray over me

Pray over we

Ten on my top dec-ade over me

Pray over we

Pray over me

Ten on my top dec-ade over me

Ponz…

Chorus (Brittney Crush)
I need it

Nice clothes

You getting the bag

Buying me shoes
I like those

I can’t leave it

Oh no

Getting it fast
Come with sacrifice
Yeah I know

Work it… back!

I need it fast

Get the cash

Yeah Yeah yea

Birkin Bag

I need it fast

Get the cash

Yeah Yayeyeahaye yeah