Songtext:
[Verse One] Klebefolie Holz Like a dope fiend need his dope I need my money in stacks if it don't work out with these rhymes I'm gone turn to my gats I need cash and plus I need it fast that's why I got a skimask if I ever need to blast since I found out about you we been hangin like the fellas you the reason why I'm beefin wit them niggaz who be jealous we gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten its just like with ken so together we actin fools you the one that got Lil' Boosie poppin off to Baton Rouge as long we pay our do's we gone sit back and just laugh whether checks, credit cards or cash look I need you bad I need ya
[Chorus] like a weed head needs to smoke like a dope fiend needs his dope I need you like a baby needs to cry if you go I swear I'll die I need you I need you like a player needs to play we laugh and go from day to day I need you I found out all about you now I can't live without you ohh no ohh nooooo
[Verse Two] since I was small I been tryin to make some cheese till I snatched a purse for 12 and went scored a couple p's and now I keep my sacks in a dorito bag my rocks in my mouth plus Im on g-street the hardest rollin block in the south and now Im poppin it off and stackin green got my first thousand dollars and I ain't even 17 and plus I keep that thang in my hand cause I don't care go to school with a grand and pull it out them hoes stare but tho without you I ain't shit I hate to say it but it's the truth on the slip these hoes fuckin me just to get to you we'll never have no problems shit as long you keep in touch and I love livin this life that's why I need so much that's why I need you so much
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[Verse Three] you the reason why I went at home kickin doors off you the one who bought my clothes and put my golds in my mouth but at times I gotta sit back and wonder why you sin you the one that got my nigga in the feds doin 10 we don't look at the bad calls we look at all the fun shit hoes and fast cars and power to make you run shit as long as you comin I can't complain that's the game like a weed head need his weed man I need my fuckin change if I didn't I'll be lame probably still on the cornor tryin to make two hundreds dollars off a ounce of marijuana but its times like this like when my problems getting deeper you got to understand niggaz robbing cause they need ya they need ya
