"I Gotta Have It" lyrics
I gotta have it, I gotta snatch it
Blood on the napkins, shoot like a Maverick
Tired of the bullshit, tired of the masking
Hand me the perky, mix it with Aprins
Tired of the questions, making up answers
I buy by the pound, and roll by the ounces
Go to the crib and call up the dancers
Standing on couches, standing on counters
Standing on bizness, I own my masters
I want a Bentley, the screen like a plasma
I want a bitch with a ass big as animals
Been in my office and smoking on Danimals
Want all the smoke like I ain't got asthma
Blunt after blunt, I'm showing my stamina
Since the early 2000s, I been a Hannibal
Don't make me handle you
Wait—
I leave a hole in ya grape, or peel back ya onion
He in the vegetable state
I set up a meeting with God and handle valet
Get parked at the pearliest gates
And now he in heaven on skates
And I'm in Rolls, a Wraith, Texas on the plates
Got rid of the gun and case
But I keep a lawyer in case, bitch, huh
I can find out where you stay
Just send a white bitch in ya face
Now all of my potnas on way
And everybody safe if we can get straight to the safe
Yeah, I done got back to basic
I had to step in the Matrix
Step out the shadows, now I can say I'm the greatest
I been the man since a baby
Pour up a cup, 'cause I ain't been sippin' lately
But I keep the white like Clay Aiken
Keep a thick like Meagan, keep a thick strip bacon
I throw that money, don't save it
I got a hoe from Jamaica, we call her Cajun
Roll up a blunt, start blazin'
If it ain't 'bout money, we don't chase it, hoe
I gotta have it, I gotta snatch it
Blood on the napkins, shoot like a Maverick
Tired of the bullshit, tired of the masking
Hand me the perky, mix it with Aprins
Tired of the questions, making up answers
I buy by the pound, and roll by the ounces
Go to the crib and call up the dancers
Standing on couches, standing on counters
Standing on bizness, I own my masters
I want a Bentley, the screen like a plasma
I want a bitch with a ass big as animals
Been in my office and smoking on Danimals
Want all the smoke like I ain't got asthma
Blunt after blunt, I'm showing my stamina
Since the early 2000s, I been a Hannibal
Don't make me handle you
I leave a hole in ya grape, or peel back ya onion
He in the vegetable state
I set up a meeting with God and handle valet
Get parked at the pearliest gates
And now he in heaven on skates
And I'm in Rolls, a Wraith, Texas on the plates
Got rid of the gun and case
But I keep a lawyer in case, bitch—Wait
Blood on the napkins, shoot like a Maverick
Tired of the bullshit, tired of the masking
Hand me the perky, mix it with Aprins
Tired of the questions, making up answers
I buy by the pound, and roll by the ounces
Go to the crib and call up the dancers
Standing on couches, standing on counters
Standing on bizness, I own my masters
I want a Bentley, the screen like a plasma
I want a bitch with a ass big as animals
Been in my office and smoking on Danimals
Want all the smoke like I ain't got asthma
Blunt after blunt, I'm showing my stamina
Since the early 2000s, I been a Hannibal
Don't make me handle you
Wait—
I leave a hole in ya grape, or peel back ya onion
He in the vegetable state
I set up a meeting with God and handle valet
Get parked at the pearliest gates
And now he in heaven on skates
And I'm in Rolls, a Wraith, Texas on the plates
Got rid of the gun and case
But I keep a lawyer in case, bitch, huh
I can find out where you stay
Just send a white bitch in ya face
Now all of my potnas on way
And everybody safe if we can get straight to the safe
Yeah, I done got back to basic
I had to step in the Matrix
Step out the shadows, now I can say I'm the greatest
I been the man since a baby
Pour up a cup, 'cause I ain't been sippin' lately
But I keep the white like Clay Aiken
Keep a thick like Meagan, keep a thick strip bacon
I throw that money, don't save it
I got a hoe from Jamaica, we call her Cajun
Roll up a blunt, start blazin'
If it ain't 'bout money, we don't chase it, hoe
I gotta have it, I gotta snatch it
Blood on the napkins, shoot like a Maverick
Tired of the bullshit, tired of the masking
Hand me the perky, mix it with Aprins
Tired of the questions, making up answers
I buy by the pound, and roll by the ounces
Go to the crib and call up the dancers
Standing on couches, standing on counters
Standing on bizness, I own my masters
I want a Bentley, the screen like a plasma
I want a bitch with a ass big as animals
Been in my office and smoking on Danimals
Want all the smoke like I ain't got asthma
Blunt after blunt, I'm showing my stamina
Since the early 2000s, I been a Hannibal
Don't make me handle you
I leave a hole in ya grape, or peel back ya onion
He in the vegetable state
I set up a meeting with God and handle valet
Get parked at the pearliest gates
And now he in heaven on skates
And I'm in Rolls, a Wraith, Texas on the plates
Got rid of the gun and case
But I keep a lawyer in case, bitch—Wait
