Gotta Have It - Gee Wavy

Do things that makes her keep a smile on her face Say the things that make her feel better everyday And you got to stay on your P's and Q's If you don't your woman, you could easily lose Whoa, whoa I had a love to and lost her No one could help me share the pain that she cost me A woman's gotta have it I believe she's gotta know that she's needed around When you kiss her [Chorus] A woman's gotta have it Think it over A woman's gotta have it Think it over my brother A woman's gotta have it She's gotta have it Don't take for granted of the smile on her face Check a little but closer you kight find a tear trace Maybe the girl might never say a mumbling word But you better make sure that her voice is heard Whoa whoa I Had a love, a true love and I lost it I'm suffering this pain that the love cost me Whoa- a woman's gotta have it She's gotta hve it you've gotta give it to her She's gotta know that she's needed around When you kiss [Repeat Chorus] A woman's gotta have it

Turn my headphones up Louder Uh-huh, uh-huh (What you need, what, what you need) (What you need, what, what you need) Oh (I got what you need) Hello, hello, hello, White America, assassinate my character Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up Who gon' act phonier? Who gon' try to embarrass ya? I'm a need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up Bueller had a Mueller, but I switched it for a Miele 'Cause I'm richer, and prior to this shit was movin' freebase Had a conference with the DJs (Yeah), Puerto Rico three-days (Parlay with them GDs, 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?) Yep (Niggas hate ballers these days) 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) (What you need, what, what you need) (I got what you need) (Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup) Wassup, ma'fucka, where my money at? You gon' make me come down to your house where yo' mummy at Mummy wrap the kids, have 'em cryin' for they mummy back Dummy that your daddy is, tell 'em 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 feelin', I'm planking on a million I'm riding through yo' 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, take 'em on home...) (Take 'em on home, 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, take 'em on home...) (Take 'em on home, take 'em on home...) (Tryna hurt my name, huh?)