(yeah)
Bitchh i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
Let's get it
They know it's big money
Get it in the mail you kno it's sent from me
Cat right out of hell
Doing burnouts in that bitch
If a ni**a wanna race me
Ima wash him like a dish
If she sexy fly her in
Let her meet my twin
We gone workout like a gym
Run it back again
All my messages not sent
Henny got me bent
Bout' to go back home to a ear full
If you wanna love me hoe, be careful
Think you bout' to play me, but i dare you
When I grab her ass, it's a handfull
I heard that you lied, that's the real you
Let's get it
Swervin' in Benz truck
When call don't pick up
Suck me till she hick up
Treat her like a real slut
Diamonds on me real what
This is rick, it zip up
She gone come and f*ck me like she's supposed to
I don't know bout' now but that's the old you
Only out of state can't f*ck with locals
All up in my phone saying im so cool
She gone tell you everything i told you
( aye, let's go)
Bitch i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
If I fly her out, that's a automatic clip
Me 2fo and Blanc that's a automatic hit
Call my jeweler back, don't like how the patek sit
Niggas talking point the 30 at the back of him
Niggas talkin'
Know I'm ballin'
Money callin'
Now i'm on it
Diamonds from ben baller
F*ck that hoe won't call her
Ask her if she wanna
Come and do my brothers
Runnin' round these hoes just like a track
We f*ck up them racks and get it back
(wholelottaracks!)
Told her it's no strings don't get attached
If you talk to much then it's a wrap
(bitch)
Bitch i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
A.T.M. - Havin' It Lyrics
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(yeah)
Bitchh i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
Let's get it
They know it's big money
Get it in the mail you kno it's sent from me
Cat right out of hell
Doing burnouts in that bitch
If a ni**a wanna race me
Ima wash him like a dish
If she sexy fly her in
Let her meet my twin
We gone workout like a gym
Run it back again
All my messages not sent
Henny got me bent
Bout' to go back home to a ear full
If you wanna love me hoe, be careful
Think you bout' to play me, but i dare you
When I grab her ass, it's a handfull
I heard that you lied, that's the real you
Let's get it
Swervin' in Benz truck
When call don't pick up
Suck me till she hick up
Treat her like a real slut
Diamonds on me real what
This is rick, it zip up
She gone come and f*ck me like she's supposed to
I don't know bout' now but that's the old you
Only out of state can't f*ck with locals
All up in my phone saying im so cool
She gone tell you everything i told you
( aye, let's go)
Bitch i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
If I fly her out, that's a automatic clip
Me 2fo and Blanc that's a automatic hit
Call my jeweler back, don't like how the patek sit
Niggas talking point the 30 at the back of him
Niggas talkin'
Know I'm ballin'
Money callin'
Now i'm on it
Diamonds from ben baller
F*ck that hoe won't call her
Ask her if she wanna
Come and do my brothers
Runnin' round these hoes just like a track
We f*ck up them racks and get it back
(wholelottaracks!)
Told her it's no strings don't get attached
If you talk to much then it's a wrap
(bitch)
Bitch i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
Bitchh i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
Let's get it
They know it's big money
Get it in the mail you kno it's sent from me
Cat right out of hell
Doing burnouts in that bitch
If a ni**a wanna race me
Ima wash him like a dish
If she sexy fly her in
Let her meet my twin
We gone workout like a gym
Run it back again
All my messages not sent
Henny got me bent
Bout' to go back home to a ear full
If you wanna love me hoe, be careful
Think you bout' to play me, but i dare you
When I grab her ass, it's a handfull
I heard that you lied, that's the real you
Let's get it
Swervin' in Benz truck
When call don't pick up
Suck me till she hick up
Treat her like a real slut
Diamonds on me real what
This is rick, it zip up
She gone come and f*ck me like she's supposed to
I don't know bout' now but that's the old you
Only out of state can't f*ck with locals
All up in my phone saying im so cool
She gone tell you everything i told you
( aye, let's go)
Bitch i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
If I fly her out, that's a automatic clip
Me 2fo and Blanc that's a automatic hit
Call my jeweler back, don't like how the patek sit
Niggas talking point the 30 at the back of him
Niggas talkin'
Know I'm ballin'
Money callin'
Now i'm on it
Diamonds from ben baller
F*ck that hoe won't call her
Ask her if she wanna
Come and do my brothers
Runnin' round these hoes just like a track
We f*ck up them racks and get it back
(wholelottaracks!)
Told her it's no strings don't get attached
If you talk to much then it's a wrap
(bitch)
Bitch i'm really havin it.
Money old still under the mattresses.
Bentley Coupe 2 seater ain't no passengers.
Why you brought her here?
We ain't ask for her
Writer: Anthony II Crump
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave