Letras

Mic check, time for me to make that connect With the So So Def so I can make my collect Private jet in motion, over the ocean Touch down jungle air strip, CD's to flip Feds having a cow Gotta stay on the down low for now, am I living foul? Fuck that I'm living fat, I got the track Don Chi Chi and Nate they got my back and it's like that Y'all the type of niggaz to blink and to come up all assed out I'm the type to say fuck that and go cash out All glassed out with the count of the bitch Screaming nigga I ain't having that shit I represent niggas that love to ball, and still be trappin' And only drink outta the bottle with the gold wrappin' If it's gon' happen I'm the one that make it go down Cool JD how you like me now? I keep Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things, yeah (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things, yeah (We havin' things, havin' things) I reminisce when it's like this Real niggas get together they don't like this So I'ma spice this, ATL, Long Beach to Cada We been doing this for years for you paper haters When the beach turned out fresh dress in eighty fo' When JD was poppin' in Houdini's videos Me and Nate was serving on the east side fo' sho And in a game fo' a minute got a minute to go, what? They should know now (We havin' thangs, havin' thangs) Don't sell your soul now (To have things, have things) Do what you feel now (If you want things, want things) Keep it real (Keep it real y'all) And y'all be havin' things (Havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things, yeah (Havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things (Havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things, yeah (We havin' things, havin' things) Come on out to my castle lady See you got thangs on your mind Go on up to my bedroom baby Tonight everything is just fine Stay with me just little while longer It's only a quarter to five I can stay up late, don't work in the morning Havin' things is just fine I'm a south coast nigga so fuck y'all niggas With hate, me and G V.I.P. at the gate with Nate Bringing bitches to the table with they belly out Fine as fuck, but steady trying to tell me how They got a man but still wanna get they drink on I'm lookin' at this hoes like, "You ain't heard this song?" If you drink this shit, it's time to leave Fo' shi's, fo' C's, it's 12: 18 and we be Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things, yeah (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things, yeah (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things)
Writer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Warren Iii Griffin, Nathaniel D Hale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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