Ben J - I Need Ones lyrics
rate meAll this ass on the stage, I don’t understand
I walk in looking like the banks’ man
Ben J with them cake on Instagram
Hella bands got them going, do the money dance
Tell a bitch it’s raining, she looking like it’s normal
Me and my niggas got dough like a drone
Should be saving up but the new model wears yellow
Told that girl bend over gonna work up on that torso
In the strip club, baby, take my order
Need four, five bottles for me and Travis Porter
To them you a dime but to me you a quarter
We can get up outta her like I’m the transorter
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I walk in, shorty start shaking
Don't know about cold but you look good naked
Bring me my ones 'cause I ain't got patience
Tryna turn up but a nigga steady weighing
Put that pussy in my face, make it worth my while
Maybe we can meet up at the after hour
After that, hit the crib, you can take a shower
After that, hit the bed, we gonna fuck for hours
Got the fame and the power, the bitches and the cheddar
Nigga, I'm a G and that's my favorite letter
I bet you she won't leave, that's only if you let her
I love the strip club, have to put it on my schedule
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
What you working with, go on and show me what you work
What you got, got for these hoes tryna get this work
All these back light bitches make it twerk
All these slow buddies made me look like Joe Burke
I ain’t got no limits, unlimited spending
Baby on a pole like a professional gymnast
Throwing ones right now, I’m throwing racks at the ceiling
If you ain’t showing pussy, baby, you ain’t really stripping
The haters looking at us making round like bad weather
We the money team, I’m the rapper Mayweather
Started from the bottom, you ain’t started up the ghetto
I love the strip club, have to put it on my schedule
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
Vibe till I fall, my nigga repping prezzy
Sipping on row, got my bars in my neggly
Black mag 11, Porsche 911
Smash on their head, who the fuck is they Texas?
I'm the motherfucking kid, I was born for this shit
Hit the club with my nigga, higher than a bit
Yeah, I'm lit, throwing up money while I pop
Big shit, I'm a rich nigga, hoe, I drop big tips, European whips
If you ordered it then it's me and you and fips
20,000 dollars, need that shit right now
Bitch, you looking at me like you finna go down
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I walk in, hella bands
Bitch, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
I need ones right now, I need ones right now
