歌词
Hey!
We really havin' paper
Lil' Mexico shit, ****
I'm talkin' 'bout we havin' real bags of this shit, ya' dig?
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Yeah, yeah
We havin' it, we havin' it
Havin' it, havin' it
Oh, woah, woah, woah
We havin' it, yeah
We havin' it, yeah
(Whoa!)
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got a check and I'm havin' it
(Whoa!)
I got baguettes, and I'm havin' it
I got baguettes, and I'm havin' it
(Aye, aye)
Drinkin' and havin' a check
And Maceo havin' a check
And now we gon' aim at ya' flesh
**** gon' aim at ya' chest
We started out sellin' some crack
And then we had learned to finesse (Woah)
Lil' Mexico playin' wit bales
Lil' Mexico playin' wit bricks (Yee)
Fuck all that social media
I leave it up to the kids
We go to lunch at Cheetah's
Then we go back to the 6 (Zone 6)
I know the tricks of the trade
I wanna hit me a lick (Real shit)
Lionel Richie to a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
50,000 on a bad pitch
Keep the fire in a mattress (Oh)
Fuck that bitch, she a savage (Wha')
Gold digger, she a savage
I'm up close to the savage
24's on every day
Upper echelon every day
Get the funds on every day
I cash out no layaway
301 no fame, daddy
We ain't gon' get into hall of fame, daddy
Patek Philippe, my plain daddy
Got the gang-gang on the plane dirty
Styrofoam's and some red bottoms
Feed the dogs, know the feds got 'em
Real diamonds, yeah real diamonds
Pop a seal, hope you feel better
Chanel receipts, I sign on
Fully loaded, that sign on
I grind it up, when it's payin' off
I'm blowin' money, like a fan on me
I flooded it out, you can dance on it
Murder squad, I stand on it
No facade, I stand on it
Swear to God, I stand on it
Yeah, yeah
We havin' it, we havin' it
Havin' it, havin' it
Oh, woah, woah, woah
We havin' it, yeah
We havin' it, yeah
(Whoa!)
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got a check and I'm havin' it
(Whoa!)
I got baguettes, and I'm havin' it
I got baguettes, and I'm havin' it
(Aye, aye)
Drinkin' and havin' a check
And Maceo havin' a check
And now we gon' aim at ya' flesh
**** gon' aim at ya' chest
We started out sellin' some crack
And then we had learned to finesse (Woah)
Lil' Mexico playin' wit bales
Lil' Mexico playin' wit bricks (Yee)
You could tell I'm havin' it
Bitch, I ain't gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be hittin'
You could tell by the clarity
We rockin' red diamonds
You rockin' them rhinestones
Act' in my styrofoam (What?)
I'm gettin' my grind on (Hey! Hey!)
You **** just hate that I'm gettin it
Well fuck it I sewed up the city then
So many gas bags in the trash bag
Got you wonderin' where the stash at
We ride with Draco, no hand gun
I'ma put on for my day-one
Real convicts, no Akon (No Akon)
Hittin' grand slams like Barry Bonds
You think I ain't back wit a check?
You think I ain't got no finesse?
You think my **** ain't killers?
You think that **** won't aim at ya' head?
Drop a check on you, you a plate now
Right price, you get ate now (Ate now)
Whole city know I'm havin' it (Havin' it)
Bags in and I'm taxin' it
(I'm taxin' ****, believe that)
Yeah, yeah
We havin' it, we havin' it
Havin' it, havin' it
Oh, woah, woah, woah
We havin' it, yeah
We havin' it, yeah
(Whoa!)
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got a check and I'm havin' it
(Whoa!)
I got baguettes, and I'm havin' it
I got baguettes, and I'm havin' it
(Aye, aye)
Drinkin' and havin' a check
And Maceo havin' a check
And now we gon' aim at ya' flesh
**** gon' aim at ya' chest
We started out sellin' some crack
And then we had learned to finesse (Woah)
Lil' Mexico playin' wit bales
Lil' Mexico playin' wit bricks (Yee)
Chanel receipts, I sign on
Fully loaded, that sign on
I grind it up, when it's payin' off
I'm blowin' money, like a fan on me
I flooded it out, you can dance on it
Murder squad, I stand on it
No facade, I stand on it
Swear to God, I stand on it
Written by: Future, Maceo, Zaytoven
