Got to Have It

Sing it bitch, oh boy Niggaz, ha-ha, ladies, yeah Oh boy, come on, yeah This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") yeah I got to have that new shit, new whip, blue six, now who this? Windows half down, bumping Wu shit, the truth is This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yeah I got to have them big props, big rocks, listening to wrist watch Tick-tock, and make a pit stop, the copper's zip-locked This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yeah I got to have that seat next to Oprah, Bentley with the chauffeur Rum and cola spilling on a million dollar sofa This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yeah I got to have my next pair of fresh Air's, dress me in the best wears Meth, yeah, want respect, then he want his set cleared This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yeah [Chorus] Now if it's something I, want, no need for me to front Why stunt? Better notify them niggaz from the dump Oh, yeah, I got to have it (have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (have it) If it's something I, need, don't have to beg or plead My weed, got 'em high, just look at they eyes bleed Oh, yeah, I got to have it (have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (have it) Yeah, I got to have that mansion and the yacht The room to park the phantom on the yacht E, watch me leave them haters on the dock, yeah This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") damn right I got to have them pop bottles, shots hollow, plus the next top model Staring down they nostrils in them Ferragamo goggles This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuckin' a' I got to have a new spot to live, a few props to give One for each verse I did, with 2Pac and B.I.G., y'all This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") damn right I got have V.S. cuts, a jet plus, a marijuana dealer with the best stuff You know that Meth puff, y'all, and guess what? This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuckin' a [Chorus] I got to have the fast car, the crash bar, place to stash the heaters In the dash bar, and then I need no limits on that black car This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yea I got to have them verses and them hooks, plus a little paper off the books And a Playboy bunny that can cook, nigga This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yea I got to have the first glass in first class, button up Cabani On the shirt tag, and honey with that Louis on the purse bag This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yea I got to have them hardcore beats, and Loose Linx that all play for keeps When we mobbing on these New York streets, nigga This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yea [Chorus:Repeat x2]