What You Want
(Verse 1)
Born alone
Die alone
I don’t need y’all
Balancing my life like I’m on a seesaw
And I know
Half of y’all don’t like me
I see your actions
You’re acting shisty
I’m in da club sipping on a ice tea
No liquor in it cause I gotta stay focus you see
Too much ice grilling
That’s why I’m chilling
But I’m so fly
They know I’m in the building
Daily Newz
This is what I’m building
I then did it all
People want me to fall
In dirt, like football
But I’m landing on turf
The next go round
Is definitely a touchdown
I’m from Philly and I’m representing Uptown
The baddest girls in the world wanna smut now, Huh!
I’m on the low in the cut now
Like a bandage
I’m a bandit
She like my foot long
It’s like a sandwich
She said it’s so good
She wanna marriage
I said baby we can’t even get engaged
You know why
Because I’m too busy getting paid
Come on
(Laughter) Yeah!
If you don’t know my name by now
It’s Chuck Mac
Yeah!
(Chorus)
Y’all ain’t getting our paper!
Y’all ain’t getting our doe!
Y’all cats is just haters
Yeah I knew it from the door
Now what you want
I wanna throw money in the air
Cause I’m trying to get enough
To the point I don’t care
Now what you want
I’m trying to have extended cheese
And a chick on her bended knee chick please!
Now what you want!
(Verse 3)
My Aéropostale and Ralph Lauren attire
Huh! I’m so hot, my clothes is on fire
Like the tip of a Dutch
I’m just typical Chuck
It don’t matter because all the girls want me to HUSH!
Oh, you don’t want me to tell nobody
Victoria Secret coming out with the banging body
And hand cuffs, acting like you goin’ hang somebody
You ain’t doing nothing baby girl I want you to try me
Holla at Rick, for a hit like this
Then I play it on the disc, when I’m giving her the stick
I’m the postman, I’m the postman
She said my stroke game, is like dope, man
She said I keep her alive, on this earth, man
To much stamina, I’m putting her to work man
She said, I’m a be her last and her first man
She got a boyfriend, but she make it twurk man
Come get her!
(Chorus)
Y’all ain’t getting our paper!
Y’all ain’t getting our doe!
Y’all cats is just haters
Yeah I knew it from the door
Now what you want
I wanna throw money in the air
Cause I’m trying to get enough
To the point I don’t care
Now what you want
I’m trying to have extended cheese
And a chick on her bended knee chick please!
Now what you want!
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