Max B - Gotta Have It lyrics

We 'bout to go in on this one
Travel new artist nah I mean
It's like we all got that special
Person we love you know
A little ride or die y'know
Let me tell you 'bout mine

Ain't nothing like a ride or die bitch
She come through and throw the fifty up
Love to fuck she even roll the piffy up
Who that in the swiffy truck
Son with the blicky tucked
Federally tried to hit me up
But, my bitch she nice behind the wheel
I be popping out the window
I'm nicer with the steel
One thing a nigga could say is
That the heists' they be real
She gonna shoot a nigga dead
Like she licensed to kill
She always tell her friends bout me
The pipping is real
Let me control the tempo baby cause
I'm nice with the peel (chill)
I want you on your belly quick
Max is the good side
I'm on my biggavelli shit
Riding to the party
Her thighs touching the shotty
My eyes touching her body
Got her high off bacardi (ayy)
Bitch had the nerve to take
A piss in the lobby
Now she talking bout catching a body
(what the fuck baby)

Cause, I want you i gotta have you
And I need you it's just like I got a habit
(I need a fix, I need that thing baby)

Now my baby no I got it under control
Never would she crack under pressure
Or would she fold
She ain't with that bullshit my
Baby girl she bold say a prayer for you
Give you long kisses goodnight then
Fill you with some holes
Riding in the rolls
Cruising in the third lane
This my first time around I'm
Doing it for byrd gang
We them niggas hitting them switches
We cook them drugs in the kitchen
We getting bitches I got love for my bitches
Got black girls, puertorican
Even got them chinese
Ecuadorian, white, even got them guyanese
Ya'll know how to find me, Lenox Ave 7th Ave
Say wassup to my mother I
Never had a better dad
Say wassup to my brother and
Love to the women
That's holding my nigga down while
He sitting in prison
You don't know how a nigga living
Let's not talk about the past
Let's just forget it
(let's just forget it, bang bang)

Cause, I want you i gotta have you
And I need you it's just like I got a habit
(I need a fix, I need that thing baby)

The closer I get the better you make me feel

She telling me money don't make the man
You ain't gotta pretend to me
Before you were my lover first baby
You was a friend to me
I'm the kid bitch imagine my work
Been clubbing
Fucking bitches all of that shit is work
Had to get up on them
Titties started grabbing the shirt
I'm a love you down put you
On your back and then work
Make her wet it up put it
In take what it's worth
I be popping more bottles than
The package at work
All my bitches throw your hands in the sky
Let's get it poppin
Get high and for your nigga
Just be ready to ride
I hit the road and kiss my baby goodbye
That's when she hit me with
The look in her eye (she said)

Cause, I want you i gotta have you
And I need you it's just like I got a habit
(I need a fix, I need that thing baby)

Its ya boy Max B baby
We doin 4 gang bang this 4
All da ladies out there bird Gang
It's ya boy Biggavel with another
Musical classic for you niggas
You gotta love it, ow