I Want It

[Intro: Los]
These niggas playin' games
Boy, I swear to God these niggas playin' games
Boy, I swear to God these niggas playin' games

[Verse 1: Los]
Nigga, I'm 'bout that motherfuckin' pape', that money
Them pills, that pussy, that power, I want it
The money, I want it, this dope, I stretch it
I pass out tester when pack touch down
Nigga, prices high as hell, but they gon' go back down
I hope they go back down

[Interlude: Los & WB Cash]
They high as hell, but they gon' go back down
I say them oranges high as hell, but they dropped dough on the browns
I want it (What? Tell they ass again)
I want it (Huh? What? What you wanna get?)

[Chorus: Los & WB Cash]
I want it (Pills), I want it (Seals)
I want it (Drank), I want it (Hit)
I want it (Lean), I want it (Dog)
I want it (Girl, mix)

[Verse 2: WB Cash]
Glen comin' down the street, oh, this the block to beat
I know he tryna cop from me, he know I got some G
He left his lawnmower down the street, but he'll be back in three
Say he do that shit for free, 'cause what I got, he need
I want it, I want it
I got a clean dope fiend, she put that pussy on you
I want it, I want it
I got a dirty junkie, always stealin' me deodorant

[Verse 3: Los]
Uh, nigga, I want all that shit
Sleep and all, dormant, I mix all that shit
Mix job, put it on the streets, they said it's a seven, that's cool
Anything over a six, that's gon' move

[Chorus: Los & WB Cash]
I want it (Pills), I want it (Seals)
I want it (Drank), I want it (Hit)
I want it (Lean), I want it (Dog)
I want it (Girl), I want it (Mix)
I want it (Pills), I want it (Seals)
I want it (Drank), I want it (Hit)
I want it (Lean), I want it (Dog, girl, mix)

[Verse 4: WB Cash]
My favorite fiend was rich off the dog, but them tables turned
Threw his ass a couple dollars just so he can do the dishes
Every time he in the kitchen, he be water whippin'
Fentanyl what he mixin', so I can make my pigment
I want it, your car keys, I want it
Your flat screen, I want it
Yes, you can get fronted
If you bring your friend, I'll give you ten off a hundred
Tryna trade his blues for dope, I told his ass that I want it

[Verse 5: Los]
Tryna trade your locked phone for some dope, I don't want it
I know a lil' spot in Grand Rapids, wide open