Wrong One ft. Will Cherry & FifGawd Lyrics

I got what you need, I got what you want

Feel like Percy Miller

Slinging out the trunk

City got my back, I ain't gotta front

Wave 'em side to side

We gon let it bump

I make 'em say

I can't lose a minute on this paper chase

I make 'em say

I make 'em say

Hundred miles and running on this paper chase

Yeah, that's my day to day

Riding through the city on my lonesome

Hundreds, twenties, fifties

I can't loan none

Ima steer your right, you got the wrong one

Ima steer you right, you got the wrong one

Riding through the city on my lonesome

Hundreds, twenties, fifties

I can't loan none

Ima steer your right, you got the wrong one

Ima steer you right, you got the wrong one

Fuck the middle man, I get it hand to hand

And I don't compromise for no advance

Know some niggas that don't like doing promo

But they travel heavy in Mini-vans

Hit up Dessy we be talking heavy

In the midst of discussing the Business plans

Niggas be hating but I can explain it

Cause most of really done been a fan

I been up and down on that interstate with my interface

Trying to get the motion

Juggling feature money like i'm flipping weight

But ima still say my daily devotion

I spit the hottest shit

You need it, I got it shit

That down South Master P

I got the hook up and that 'bout it 'bout it shit

Woedie Copy this

Niggas they don't know about the work

That I put in to get it popping

But what can I do

I gotta get it cause really ain't no other option

That's what I tell my crew

I been on fye, working my wrist

My price gets a lift whenever I spit

I feel like TIP back in '06

What do that mean

Bitch, I can't miss

Got a gangsta bitch

She like Mia X

She receive a text and come relieve my stress

Got a Roc Nation A&R hitting up

Tell Hov I need a feature next

Got a slim thang from the NOLA

And she take it like she was a soldier

Hit it once and she losing composure

While we listening to swishers and dosha

I got what you need, I got what you want

Feel like Percy Miller

Slinging out the trunk

City got my back, I ain't gotta front

Wave 'em side to side

We gon let it bump

I make 'em say

I can't lose a minute on this paper chase

I make 'em say

I make 'em say

Hundred miles and running on this paper chase

Yeah, that's my day to day

Riding through the city on my lonesome

Hundreds, twenties, fifties

I can't loan none

Ima steer your right, you got the wrong one

Ima steer you right, you got the wrong one

Riding through the city on my lonesome

Hundreds, twenties, fifties

I can't loan none

Ima steer your right, you got the wrong one

Ima steer you right, you got the wrong one