What It Takes Lyrics - Bandman Kevo

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Burr burr burr 

I'm in the zone they keep on gettin' offended 

But ain't did nothing wrong 

But tightened up all my business 

And now I'm making millions, 

Everybody's social 

They really too emotional 

I don't have time to hold 'em 

I wanna be a billionaire, me too 

So I can count a B cashing hundreds on you to 

I get dirty money bitches know with Ciroc on my rida' 

On the stage gettin' with Diddy Nicki Ricky Roze and Flo Rida 

I rock Maris with the money ball like Stoudemire Omare 

Hold a blunt with my left hand to show my automall is Paris 

Look at all that I've accomplished, 

I just bought me three Ferrari's 

Spent five million in my company 

If I offended you not sorry, Gucci 

[Chorus] 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Too many chains on me too many rings on me 

Baby dancin' on me diamonds dancing on me 

Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Don't dare anybody here to put their hands on me 

Too many stacks on me too many rights on me 

Got some killa and some gats and money 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Too many chains on me too many rings on me 

Baby dancin' on me diamonds dancing on me 

Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Don't dare anybody here to put their hands on me 

Too many stacks on me too many rights on me 

Gotta die on my life as what its gonna be be 

I'ma street magician 

And I keep on taking pretty girls to Lenox 

New mustang with 80 in it 

Watch her spend all 80 in 80 minutes 

Sacks are full real true religion 

I bought a car so sharp it make you feel suspicious 

See I'm too flamboyant 

They say its malnutritious 

I'm in a rare edition, 

Think I'm a mathematician 

Don't nobody in here put their hands on me 

Too many stacks on me too many rights on me 

Gotta die on my life as whats it gonna be 

Whatcha gonna do Gucci ain't gonna leave 

Still poppin' bottles pouring liquor on chicks 

No need to lie I'm such a freak 

No need to hide you so unique 

I'ma try beat your back down 'til you weep 

Said you ran outta money there's more for me 

Here's more for you cause you a whore for me 

Don't be a hoe for free 

Cause we can ball right now 

We can do it 2, 3, 4 times a week 

From zone 6 down to Camelton 

I pull up in that yellow thing 

I put rims on everything 

Hoes think I gotta wedding ring 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Too many chains on me too many rings on me 

Baby dancin' on me diamonds dancing on me 

Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Don't dare anybody here to put their hands on me 

Too many stacks on me too many rights on me 

Got some killa and some gats and money 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Too many chains on me too many rings on me 

Baby dancin' on me diamonds dancing on me 

Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Don't dare anybody here to put their hands on me 

Too many stacks on me too many rights on me 

Gotta die on my life as what its gonna be be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Come in to leave throwin' money high 

Don't care where it reach 

Spend 2 G's a week on haircuts 

Like 4, 5, 6 sometimes a week 

These girls petrified they scared to speak 

I'm in the new gt with a Georgia peach 

Gotta condo right out on the Florida beach 

I ain't hard to reach so nice to meet 

Every night we meet you prolly fight with me 

Say its fine with me to spend the night with me 

No rules everything alright with me 

Now shake baby shake just right for me 

Catch ball players in magic city 

Show them boys how good my jumper is 

Ain't no niggas no lies to tell, 

Makin' all pros look like amateurs 

I just showed my ass last night I had a blast 

My jewelery was so bright haters put theirs in the trash 

Pulled up in somethin' fast just to make them haters mad 

Rims with paper tag paper bag full of cash 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Too many chains on me too many rings on me 

Baby dancin' on me diamonds dancing on me 

Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Don't dare anybody here to put their hands on me 

Too many stacks on me too many rights on me 

Got some killa and some gats and money 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Too many chains on me too many rings on me 

Baby dancin' on me diamonds dancing on me 

Tell my watch and my rocks not to freeze 

What it gonna be 

What it ain't gonna be 

Don't dare anybody here to put their hands on me 

Too many stacks on me too many rights on me 

Gotta die on my life as what its gonna be be