Juice WRLD - I Need It lyrics

Wear my Margielas with no laces, 'ces, 'ce

Wear my Margielas with no laces
I hate being tied down
I don't like to wait bae
I fake need it right now
Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house
Morning wood, smackdown
I'ma blow her back out
Next week I may fly out to
Japan just to vibe out
Spend a couple thou' on my pants
I'ma cash cow
Every day I'm on cash route, big dog
Make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets all fat now
Did it without the crack house

Oh oh, I'ma live my life on go
Forever in my glow
Got the money coming in like go, go, go
All alone, I'm in my groove
If they ain't say I'm anti-social
You've been lied to
Ain't nothin' telling what I might do
In a shuttle, drop thе top on the sunroof
Ain't no telling who I might screw
I'm just playing, baе, I only want you, you
You for you, all of these things, I would do
Oh, oh (Oh, oh)

Wear my Margielas with no laces
I hate being tied down
I don't like to wait bae
I fake need it right now
Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house
Morning wood, smackdown
I'ma blow her back out
Next week I may fly out to
Japan just to vibe out
Spend a couple thou' on my pants
I'ma cash cow
Every day I'm on cash route, big dog
Make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets all fat now
Did it without the crack house

Holdin' it down, run the
Town, smoking a pound, with my dogs
Guns work like merry-go-around
Spin 'em 'round and make 'em fall
Uh, yeah, in love, I fall
Make love in designer draws
Ain't no feeling like fuckin' your broad
Especially you know that's your broad
Especially you know it's not a facade
The magic touch, Wizard Of Oz
I'm a static shock, an electric boy
You love me when I feel destroyed
I light up the night like
The end of the tunnel
Then make her ride like a bike
Lance Armstrong how I fuck her
Ragu, how I'm drippin' on you
I don't follow the rules
Riding around, hell flames consumed my cool
Can you not tell I'm consumed in you?
I can't fly well, you're my rocket fuel

Wear my Margielas with no laces
I hate being tied down
I don't like to wait bae
I fake need it right now
Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house
Morning wood, smackdown
I'ma blow her back out
Next week I may fly out to
Japan just to vibe out
Spend a couple thou' on my pants
I'ma cash cow
Every day I'm on cash route, big dog
Make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets on fat now
Did it without the crack house