Potluck, Green R. Fieldz - Got What Ya Need lyrics

Anytime, anyway anywhere
If you got that cash money I
Can get the weed there
I can get you any strain, any flavor
Any name i just put the call in and
They put it on a plane
Started at the bottom doing brick weed deals
Bushing big weight deals in my teenage years
I got them green thumb here
I got them hippie skills
Graduate in Humboldt county in
The big green fields
Indoor outdoor, cloves and seeds
Unlimited supply, anywhere you wanna meet
We the top of the mountain
But ain’t even at our peak
They wanna get it legalized
We wanna get it on the street
Rappin how I livin the specifics get emitted
So if the feds is listening
I’ll never be convicted
Respected in my neighborhood for
Bringing you the game
In the chronic hall of fame

Got what you need
I hope you brought up all the cash
Got what you need got-got what you need

I got what you need
You got the weed we got a deal
200 pack sealed up, that’s a cool quarter mil
Rubber bands in the bag
Around hundred dollar bills
Stacking up the cash money always
Gave me a thrill
Let my chick count the cash in the bag
If the money don’t match
I’m sending people to your pad
Usually I’m a pretty nice guy
But, if you try to play me
I ain’t gonna play shy
Crumpled marijuana’s keeping families alive
It’s how we survive, it’s how we provide
Walking a fine line
Turning a kind into a gold mine
Morning you’re smoking it up
Before you know it you’ll be so high
My weed’s the best
I’ll bet you anything invite the bookie
It gets you so bent it
Ain’t mad for the rookie
That’s why you’re paying top dollar
For the good weed
We only dealing with the dankest green
Like it should be

Young feels can you save me?
Nah, but I can make a tree teleport
People that I’m dealing with
These bosses man, they never shorten
If they think that they gonna cross us
In the hills we hold em good
Man fck a hundred pack boy
I got my els at sixteen
I was running that boy
Didn’t know what to do with the cash
Blew it ran through it fast
If you need it I had
It flower oil edibles hash
Hella work when it’s bone dry
I been here my dope rhyme
When damp season starts
I’m letting 40 thousand crones fly
Ten bucks a whop
You do the math on your own time
And you can get popped just
For having your phone line so what you need
I hope you brought up all the cash
When I deliver the packs
Look like a truck full of trash
I’m a cannabis cowboy, who’s hating on that
Need the cannabis now, boy
Then we got the sack