NEEDY

[Verse 1: Internet Girl]

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Why you got so many niggas 'round here

Shit start getting real greasy, huh

Shit start smelling real beefy, huh

Shawty start getting real needy, huh

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Tryna make rock like Weezy, huh

Shawty say I look real steezy, huh

That nigga eye real beady, huh

[Chorus: Internet Girl]

Pain is the one that raised me

The one that pays me, uh, huh

Niggas play game like oujia, huh

Niggas run around with BB guns

Fame is the one that pays me

The one to raise me, uh, huh

Niggas on vogue like Fimi, huh

I just want a girl like Riri, huh

[Post-Chorus: Internet Girl]

Why you got so many niggas 'round here

Shit start getting real greasy, huh

Shit start smelling real beefy, huh

Shawty start getting real nee—nee—

Nee—nee—nee—nee—nee—nee—nee—nee—, huh

Tryna make rock like Weezy, huh

Shawty say I look real sleazy, huh

Shawty say—

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]

For sure

A-B-C-D-E-F can’t G me, huh

London boy, a lil' greasy, huh

Shaking that tongue like seizure, huh

Jumping out of tank, cool, green, huh

Dirty money on the floor, clean it up, huh

I turn the bitch up, say, bean me up

I put this bitch out, she wouldn't leave the club

My queen sliced up, princess cuts

Diamond in a rough, shining in the mud

My class A top, whipping every cut

My girl got a gun, strap bullets up

Definitely gone, but I ain't never run

I hold the shit down, I hold the shit down

I hold the shit down, I hold the shit down

I box then I shoot, clip a kick around (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

This men get too greedy, huh

I ain't been going on greasy, huh

Feed me dope, nigga feed me, huh

Tell the whole world, they getting needy, huh

Tell the whole world, they getting needy, huh

Tell a bad bitch she a—

[Chorus: Internet Girl]

Pain is the one that raised me

The one that pays me, uh, huh

Niggas play game like oujia, huh

Niggas run around with BB guns

Fame is the one that pays me

The one to raise me, uh, huh

Niggas on vogue like Fimi, huh

I just want a girl like Riri, huh

[Post-Chorus: Internet Girl]

Girl, I'm fucked up, yeah

Niggas play game like oujia, huh

Niggas run around with BB guns

Girl, you fucked up, yeah

Niggas on vogue like Fimi, huh

I just want a girl like Riri, huh

[Outro: Internet Girl]

Pain is the one that raised me

The one that pays me, uh, huh

Niggas play game like oujia, huh

Niggas run around with BB—

Fame is the one that pays me

The one that raised me, uh, huh

Niggas say I look like Yeezy

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Pain—

Wanna—

We don't—, pain—

Wanna—

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh