JAY-Z, Kanye West - Gotta Have It lyrics

Turn my headphones up louder
Uh huh, uh huh
What you need, what what you need
I got what you need, what what you need
What you need, what what you need
I got what you need

Hello, hello, hello, hello, white America
Assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah
They tryna break the marriage up
Who gon' act phony or who
Gon' try to embarrass ya?
I'ma need a day off
I think I'll call Ferris up
Bueller had a Muller
But I switched it for a Mille
'Cause I’m richer, and prior to this shit
Was movin' free base
Had a conference with the DJs
(yeah?) , Puerto Rico, three days
Poli with the PDs
Now they got our shit on replay
Sorry I'm in pajamas
But I just got off the PJ
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
Ain't that where the Heat play? (Yup)
Niggas hate ballers these days (Yup)
Ain't that like LeBron James?
Ain't that just like D Wade? Wait

What you need, what what you need
I got what you need, what what you need
What you need, what what you need
I got what you need

What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
Motherfucker? Where my money at?
You gon' make me come down to
Your house where your mommy at
Mummy wrap the kids
Have 'em cryin' for they mommy back
Dummy that your daddy is
Tell him I just want my racks
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Maybachs on 'Bachs on 'Bachs
On 'Bachs on 'Bachs who in that? Oh shit
It's just Blacks on Blacks on Blacks
Hundred stack, how you get it? Nigga
Layin' raps on tracks
I wish I could give you this feeling
I'm planking on a million
I'm riding through your hood
You can bank I ain't got no ceiling
Made a left on Nostrand Ave
(Right) , we in Bed-Stuy
Made a right on 79th
I'm coming down South Shore Drive
I remain Chi Town, Brooklyn 'til I die

Take 'em on home
I got what you need, what what you need
Take 'em on home
What you need, what what you need
I got what you need, what what you need
Take 'em on home tryna hurt my name, huh?