I Want You (with Future) Lyrics

I Want You (with Future) - Real Boston Richey

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Uh, fuck goin' on?

Like, what you want?

(This a Kashflow production)

Uh, like what you want?

Uh

(Run it back Playboi)

We need beams and Yerc’, you scared to turn it up, nigga, go to church

I ain't bougie, I'll take some bubba plate just for a verse

I just sport a whole ’nother nigga bitch, like his and hers

Before I ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin' a 'Vert

Ol' cappin' ass nigga, stop buyin' that girl Tory Burch

Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work

Got that girl all out of seas, why you ain't Gucci her?

Fuck 'round killed her off that Strong Back, now, she say her coochie hurt

I don’t be wantin’ with none of these hoes, I swear to God, I'm just a flirt

When them bowls come in, we get ’em gone, we handle business first

Told my girl it's her world, but, she still walkin' on my Earth

Told that bitch I ain't her nigga, she can pick whatever purse

Gotta know that I’m that nigga, you can tell just by my shirt

Before I got some racks, I ain't have no life, I was posted on the curb

Tryna make a serve

Only thing a nigga want is a bird

Sippin' heavy syrup, that why when I talk my words slur

I want you

A nigga want you

I want you

And I need you

I want you

Tryna spoil you

You my girl

And I want you

We need beams and Yerc', you scared to turn it up, nigga, go to church

I ain't bougie, I'll take some bubba plate just for a verse

I just sport a whole 'nother nigga bitch, like his and hers

Before I ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin' a 'Vert

Ol' cappin' ass nigga, stop buyin' that girl Tory Burch

Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work

Got that girl all out of seas, why you ain't Gucci her?

Fuck 'round killed her off that Strong Back, now, she say her coochie hurt (Pluto, pluto)

Ol' cappin' ass nigga, you ain't never been on no heist

If I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin', sellin' dope, still puttin' on ice

Got my Prada mask on, fuckin' yo' bitch, free Pooh Shiesty (Slatt)

Drippin' Gucci on my ho, splashin' Pucci on my wife

Niggas gettin' they nose wiped

I'm in the club with two pipes

I been takin' drugs, lookin' like a plug, high as a kite

They gon' charge a nigga for manslaughter just for how I be dressin' (Pluto)

Had to fuck this nigga bitch, owe me money, think he finessin'

And I know my dawg ain't no ho, they go hell when they stretch him

I'm a boss and that's for sure, put my main bitch in baguette

A bougie bitch, I'ma a street nigga, treat her like she nothin'

Makin' movies nigga, makin' money rain like confetti

We need beams and Yerc', you scared to turn it up, nigga, go to church

I ain't bougie, I'll take some bubba plate just for a verse

I just sport a whole 'nother nigga bitch, like his and hers

Before I ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin' a 'Vert

Ol' cappin' ass nigga, stop buyin' that girl Tory Burch

Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work

Got that girl all out of seas, why you ain't Gucci her?

Fuck 'round killed her off that Strong Back, now, she say her coochie hurt

I want you

Ain't tryna bore you

I'm for you

I want to

I'm on you 'cause I want you

I get home, put you down in Marni

I get home, put you down in Marni

Heard you're on me, I kept throwing money

Heard they're on me, I keep that chopper on reach (On me)

That's that dome piece, I kept that on, on me