Have It
Spent three days tryna get it
15 minutes flipped millions
Started out poppin shit now that fuckin' drank we be spillin'
Good Bodeine in my kidneys
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
Feel like Future, I'm trippin
Foreign whips we done did it
Bally stripe when I kick it, Gucci belt on my britches
I pray Messiah forgive me, I was focused on winnin'
Easter Pink when I'm sippin, I'm po'in lean while I drive
Had to lay back on them xans kuz they was wastin' my time
Cookie blunt when I'm smokin, blowin strong 'cross the country
Bodeine, stay on that muddy Dre'Bo stay countin money
That paper chasin had done turned me to a savage
Chasin cash until dey place me in a casket
Time is money, early morning up and it
Gotta keep havin like a addict gotta have it
Breaking bad money habits, they want static?
They mad, then we ain't gon do no talkin we gon let em have it
Ridin round wit that ratchet, nigga catch em out in traffic
Nigga trappin and cappin just to make it happen, gotta fuckin have it nigga
It ain't nothin' to cut da bitch off, cut da bitch off like it wasn't nothin'
And that head fye but I wasn't nuttin', fucked up my sack & thought nothin' of it
What you put in is what's comin from it
So I bust my ass dese niggaz bummin'
These Balmains full of bankrolls you ain't havin nothin' end of discussion
No dutches, stuff crust backwoods with a bust it
But ain't no cuffing bitches come a dime a dozen
When money talkin these niggaz gon change the subject
You try to take it you get took off kuz we tuckin'
Niggaz havin all this pressure we gon' make some diamonds
Ice water cold shoulder shit gon' change the climate
Turn't up kuz I put the time in, thigh pads like a lineman
Why you mad kuz you broke if you ain't grindin
That paper chasin had done turned me to a savage
Chasin cash until dey place me in a casket
Time is money, early morning up and it
Gotta keep havin like a addict gotta have it
Breaking bad money habits, they want static?
They mad, then we ain't gon do no talkin we gon let em have it
Ridin round wit that ratchet, nigga catch em out in traffic
Nigga trappin and cappin just to make it happen, gotta fuckin have it nigga
15 minutes flipped millions
Started out poppin shit now that fuckin' drank we be spillin'
Good Bodeine in my kidneys
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
Feel like Future, I'm trippin
Foreign whips we done did it
Bally stripe when I kick it, Gucci belt on my britches
I pray Messiah forgive me, I was focused on winnin'
Easter Pink when I'm sippin, I'm po'in lean while I drive
Had to lay back on them xans kuz they was wastin' my time
Cookie blunt when I'm smokin, blowin strong 'cross the country
Bodeine, stay on that muddy Dre'Bo stay countin money
That paper chasin had done turned me to a savage
Chasin cash until dey place me in a casket
Time is money, early morning up and it
Gotta keep havin like a addict gotta have it
Breaking bad money habits, they want static?
They mad, then we ain't gon do no talkin we gon let em have it
Ridin round wit that ratchet, nigga catch em out in traffic
Nigga trappin and cappin just to make it happen, gotta fuckin have it nigga
It ain't nothin' to cut da bitch off, cut da bitch off like it wasn't nothin'
And that head fye but I wasn't nuttin', fucked up my sack & thought nothin' of it
What you put in is what's comin from it
So I bust my ass dese niggaz bummin'
These Balmains full of bankrolls you ain't havin nothin' end of discussion
No dutches, stuff crust backwoods with a bust it
But ain't no cuffing bitches come a dime a dozen
When money talkin these niggaz gon change the subject
You try to take it you get took off kuz we tuckin'
Niggaz havin all this pressure we gon' make some diamonds
Ice water cold shoulder shit gon' change the climate
Turn't up kuz I put the time in, thigh pads like a lineman
Why you mad kuz you broke if you ain't grindin
That paper chasin had done turned me to a savage
Chasin cash until dey place me in a casket
Time is money, early morning up and it
Gotta keep havin like a addict gotta have it
Breaking bad money habits, they want static?
They mad, then we ain't gon do no talkin we gon let em have it
Ridin round wit that ratchet, nigga catch em out in traffic
Nigga trappin and cappin just to make it happen, gotta fuckin have it nigga
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Writer(s): Mellow $avage
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