Who Wants What Lyrics – Russ & Ab-Soul

Who Wants What Lyrics – Russ & Ab-Soul

Yeah

I own property and land, I’m in popular demand

‘Cause the catalog is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant

If you diss and you get hit, that’s just a part of who I am

I’m Italian, I can’t help it, we love talkin’ with our hands

Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man

Your favorite singer at my crib, it’s big, it’s Ariana Grand’

Sayin’ “Sorry” in advance, I got Paul McCartney fans

Rockin’ Marni, this ain’t Barneys, I’m a star the Hardees man

Army van instead of lookin’ for a Bentley to cop

‘Cause as of late, being a rapper is the deadliest job

Why you think I got like six guns around the crib? Just pick one

Five, six, but with a stick, I swear like I feel like 6’1″

But let me chill, death is not a joke, this ain’t Wendy Will’

‘Cause this Hеnny still got me wired like Hеnry Hill

Very ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long

I out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl’s favorite song

Who fuckin’ with me? I feel like Shaq on the magic

I studied the dream, ooh, you got lucky Hakeem

Plaques in countries I ain’t seen, I am a money machine

Your girl like Gumby how she bends over, fuck me, it seems

That I’ve struck a nerve, I’m a boss, there’s no one I’m employed by

That’s why every show I do looks like a fuckin’ Floyd fight

You’re annoyed by my confidence, how beta of you

You didn’t feed your wolves, so now they ’bout to take you for food

Shit lot of people love to talk, from the stands, I ain’t hearin’ it

My J’s ain’t dirty, this is sand from the pyramids

Dave Mirra shit, with the bars, I’m a legend

Jennifer wouldn’t fuck me, had to garner attention, yeah

Am I ungrateful or ambitious? Or maybe I’m both

I’m cuttin’ off my crazy bitches or maybe I won’t

It’s inspirin’, but tirin’ too

I’m ’bout to fly her in, but I would never buy her a coupe

I don’t reply to her nudes, off the wine I get rude

Hired McLaren, but then I had to fire the roof

All this truth that I give like Paul Pierce buckets

God talks to me, I’m Will Smith, I’m all ears run it

I love it, devised a plan and then I worked the strategy

Took a lot of swings to hit, this ain’t the first at bat for me

Heard you mad at me, I irk you casually

What hurts you actually is I’m a fuckin’ boss

I gave my circle salaries

This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe, yeah, I merge mentalities

Y’all got herd anatomy, I got merch in factories

Shippin’ out global, multi-million dollar mogul

Lately, I been bumpin’ Roddy Ricch, and feelin’ antisocial

I been vocal (Uh)

Givin’ gems, but I’m a Libra, so I’m givin’ opals

My circle gettin’ tighter now, I swear this shit’s an oval

My mind is mobile, it’s omnipresent

I wrote a book of my beliefs that people follow

Gotta call me legend

Fuck all these peasants that be hatin’ on me

Shit, ask the last guy what happened when you playin’ with me

One more time

Fuck all these peasants that be hatin’ on me

Ask the last guy what happened when you playin’ with me

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why say it)

Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what?)

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why say it)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin’, stop playin’ (Stop playin’)

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why say it)

Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what?)

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why I say it)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin’, stop playin’ (Stop playin’)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Know your roots and who you rootin’ for

KRS too, I kept the intelligent in movement thus far

Hope you don’t mind that I do

Not like I needed approval from you or somethin’

I took a spoonful of the puddin’

The proof was puddin’, the truth is digustin’

Your views amuse my vision, your outlook funny

I had to enrich my sense without no money

But now we get into it, it’s more than music to flow with me

I’m gonna need to see a quote from my quotes that’s poetry

Been on my globally, from the omens I’ve spoken openly

Not ’cause I pose to be what they told me I’m ‘posed to be

Hopefully niggas get the memo and don’t take it out of context

We ain’t on the same page, check my table of contents

Stop it, I’m well read like the Lakers in Garden

Straight out of incarceration play your cards or get discarded

I ain’t the type of artist to be disregarded

This what art is, simple as that, shut up and rap

Where the lyricists at? How sad

Your clique ain’t on top of the game, that’s just a mouse-pad

They want the old Soul, I can’t deny my ascension

They want the brand new Soul, but they ain’t tryna go fish it

I took the scenic route, made wrong turns, I let y’all have your turn

But I took long term so I can teach ’em how

Virtuous, patience says, I believe that

Remember that your ping just went, they gon’ want a rematch

A lot of people that you connect with need to be detached

The fame may go to your head, must of it be cap

Mind over matter, respect the telekinetics

I move a mountain by the mile ’cause I said it

The rapper’s rapper, black mint pastor, the prophet, the God

Playin’ fetch with blank checks at the top of my dawgs

Who want what? Nobody, I’m ’bout to go potty

That shit, I’m kickin it, but I don’t know no karate

No need for cold feet, I ain’t playin’ no hockey

‘Specially when effortlessly the flow is Mojave (Yeah)

Underground emperor, my ring need kisses

Every move is calculated like we teach psychics

Either rap or have ’em seize existence

Then catch an attitude, ’cause now I gotta clean these dishes

Soul

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why say it)

Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what?)

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why say it)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin’, stop playin’ (Stop playin’)

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why say it)

Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what?)

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (Why I say it)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin’, stop playin’ (Stop playin’)

Russ & Ab-Soul – Who Wants What Song Details