Got What Ya Need

[Verse 1: 1-Ton]
Anytime, anyway anywhere
If you got that cash money I can get the weed there
I can get you any strain, any flavor, any name
I just put the call in and they put it on a plane
Started at the bottom doing brick weed deals
Bushing big weight deals in my teenage years
I got them green thumb here
I got them hippie skills
Graduate in Humboldt county in the big green fields
Indoor outdoor, cloves and seeds
Unlimited supply, anywhere you wanna meet
We the top of the mountain, but ain’t even at our peak
They wanna get it legalized, we wanna get it on the street
Rappin how I livin the specifics get emitted
So if the feds is listening I’ll never be convicted
Respected in my neighborhood for bringing you the game
In the chronic hall of fame, been pimpin Mary Jane

[Chorus: 1-Ton]
Got what you need
I hope you brought up all the cash
Got what you need
Got-got what you need

[Verse 2: Underrated]
I got what you need
You got the weed we got a deal
200 pack sealed up, that’s a cool quarter mil
Rubber bands in the bag around hundred dollar bills
Stacking up the cash money always gave me a thrill
Let my chick count the cash in the bag
If the money don’t match
I’m sending people to your pad
Usually I’m a pretty nice guy
But if you try to play me I ain’t gonna play shy
Crumpled marijuana’s keeping families alive
It’s how we survive, it’s how we provide
Walking a fine line, turning a kind into a gold mine
Morning you’re smoking it up
Before you know it you’ll be so high
My weed’s the best, I’ll bet you anything invite the bookie
It gets you so bent it ain’t mad for the rookie
That’s why you’re paying top dollar for the good weed
We only dealing with the dankest green, like it should be

[Chorus: 1-Ton]
Got what you need
I hope you brought up all the cash
Got what you need
Got-got what you need

[Verse 3: Green R. Fieldz]
Young feels can you save me?
Nah, but I can make a tree teleport
People that I’m dealing with
These bosses man, they never shorten
If they think that they gonna cross us
In the hills we hold em good
Man f*ck a hundred pack boy
I got my els at sixteen
I was running that boy
Didn’t know what to do with the cash
Blew it ran through it fast
If you need it I had it flower oil edibles hash
Hella work when it’s bone dry
I been here my dope rhyme
When damp season starts
I’m letting 40 thousand crones fly
Ten bucks a whop, you do the math on your own time
And you can get popped just for having your phone line
So what you need
I hope you brought up all the cash
When I deliver the packs
Look like a truck full of trash
I’m a cannabis cowboy, who’s hating on that
Need the cannabis now, boy
Then we got the sack

[Chorus: 1-Ton]
Got what you need
I hope you brought up all the cash
Got what you need
Got-got what you need