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Havin Video (MV)




Performed By: Quise
Featuring: Ace
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Marquise Trent, Marcus Trent




Quise - Havin Lyrics
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[ Featuring Ace ]

I ain't tryna be all in yo mix
Lights shine on my chest and it gliss
Ain't playin' poker but stackin' my chips
Lil Boy you a joker the type to renig
I'm super focused I'm all in my mode
Goin' right up to the store
Bring it back to the crib
I been told you I'm all in control
I don't care what they told you it is what it is
Like f*ck what they sayin' we poppin'
Like Walmart nigga we got it
Ten ain posed' to fit in no wallet
I drip like a coaster I don't need a stylist
Any bitches you see me wit poppin'
At least a dime I'm just bein' modest
Bae you too fine let's go to the tropics
I know you ain't mine but right now you got it
I ain't tryna talk nigga make me a offer
I'm married to money let's meet at the altar
Hoes ain't nothin' he probably done bought him
She f*ck with me it's probably gon' cost him
I had to go missin to get a position
He better living he do what I taught him
Bitch so bad she gettin' suspended
She grantin' my wishes the boy Mr Crocker
My niggas havin' they don't gotta say it
I got some status she know I'm a player
Yeah burner phone and a scale
That's all he need got real clientele
His hoe a groupie she turned to a fan
And he really cared I know it's not fair
Shit goin' up fast ain't takin' no stairs
Who last wont spare em' I move like the mayor
Too quick runnin' shit up like Dash
Arcana my body couldn't forget the cash
Red on my neck shit wasn't no rash
She thinkin' I'm cheatin I told her she spazzin
Princess Brown bitch look like Jasmine
Show you a whole new world I'm Aladdin
She want Ace and Quise
Its WWE I told bruh to tag in
Give it and go pickin' a roll
Show you how to ball like this
Lettin' her go switcharoo hoes
She wanna f*ck wit my twin
Ain't never show love
Got hate in your blood
On God you ain't never gon' win
He ain't never seen dis drip before
Shit like copped me a brand new Skin or sum
Spendin' on bitches yo dog in the pen
You better let look out for your kin or somethin
Girl Ian bored just want a lil' more
Might gotta add yo friend or somethin
Won't never bend ain't doin' me in
I'm knowin' my young n***a Gen is tucked
He Havin' he lied she f*ck wit my side
She tellin' us youn even spend enough
On Bro
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I ain't tryna be all in yo mix
Lights shine on my chest and it gliss
Ain't playin' poker but stackin' my chips
Lil Boy you a joker the type to renig
I'm super focused I'm all in my mode
Goin' right up to the store
Bring it back to the crib
I been told you I'm all in control
I don't care what they told you it is what it is
Like f*ck what they sayin' we poppin'
Like Walmart nigga we got it
Ten ain posed' to fit in no wallet
I drip like a coaster I don't need a stylist
Any bitches you see me wit poppin'
At least a dime I'm just bein' modest
Bae you too fine let's go to the tropics
I know you ain't mine but right now you got it
I ain't tryna talk nigga make me a offer
I'm married to money let's meet at the altar
Hoes ain't nothin' he probably done bought him
She f*ck with me it's probably gon' cost him
I had to go missin to get a position
He better living he do what I taught him
Bitch so bad she gettin' suspended
She grantin' my wishes the boy Mr Crocker
My niggas havin' they don't gotta say it
I got some status she know I'm a player
Yeah burner phone and a scale
That's all he need got real clientele
His hoe a groupie she turned to a fan
And he really cared I know it's not fair
Shit goin' up fast ain't takin' no stairs
Who last wont spare em' I move like the mayor
Too quick runnin' shit up like Dash
Arcana my body couldn't forget the cash
Red on my neck shit wasn't no rash
She thinkin' I'm cheatin I told her she spazzin
Princess Brown bitch look like Jasmine
Show you a whole new world I'm Aladdin
She want Ace and Quise
Its WWE I told bruh to tag in
Give it and go pickin' a roll
Show you how to ball like this
Lettin' her go switcharoo hoes
She wanna f*ck wit my twin
Ain't never show love
Got hate in your blood
On God you ain't never gon' win
He ain't never seen dis drip before
Shit like copped me a brand new Skin or sum
Spendin' on bitches yo dog in the pen
You better let look out for your kin or somethin
Girl Ian bored just want a lil' more
Might gotta add yo friend or somethin
Won't never bend ain't doin' me in
I'm knowin' my young n***a Gen is tucked
He Havin' he lied she f*ck wit my side
She tellin' us youn even spend enough
On Bro
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Writer: Marquise Trent, Marcus Trent
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