Um Havin’ It lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hi-C, I'm havin' it
Yeah, I'm havin' it
b*tch I'm havin' it
Yeah, I'm havin' it, yeah
Hi-C, I'm havin' it
I'm havin' it
Hi-C, I'm havin' it
Yeah, I'm havin' it
b*tch I'm havin' it
Uh, I'm havin' it
b*tch, I'm havin' it
b*tch, yeah, yeah, b*tch

[Verse]
Hi-C, I'm havin' it, I'm havin' it
Hi-C, I'm havin' it, I'm havin' it
Learn finessing ways, Hi-C got finessing ac*men
Tryna ride my wave, b*tch, I'm colder than a avalanche
Hi-C, I'm havin' it, I'm havin' it
Hi-C, I'm havin' it, I'm havin' it
Fast cars, I'm havin' it
Foreign hoes, I'm havin' it
Designer clothes, I'm havin' it
Hi-C, I'm havin' it
Make flips like gymnastics
b*tch, I pull up looking heaven sent
Designer fanatic and my b*tch is above average
I can't catch no feelings
b*tch, you know that I'm not passionate
Hi-C juiced up, pop me
b*tch, I am a b*tch magnet
I got money, add it
I got spending habits
Ready, set, go, watch me run it up the fastest
Hi-C cut from different cloth, I'm cut from different fabric
My n*ggas wreak havoc
Y'all n*ggas some faggots
Hi-C, I be money getting, Hi-C on a money mission
In the party evil grinning, Hi-C chilling like a villain
Yo' b*tch wanna suck me through the seams of my Truey denims
di*k inside her guts, fill her up with this cobra venom
Like a pack of wolves, she get fed to my lil' n*ggas
b*tch, I feel like Tarzan, on them trees, hangin' with gorillas
Swerving through the lanes like a snake, Hi-C love to slither
In yo' main b*tch, evil grin with this di*k up in her
Paint her face like Mona Lisa, she yellow like Lisa Simpson
Smoking on exotic and my b*tch is looking so exquisite
Acid got my body fizzin', acid got my body glitchin'
They was shining on me for a minute, now I see 'em [?] (f*ck y'all)
Eyes glowing red, see the glare through my Gucci lenses
I been in her dreams, Hi-C got her prayin', got her wishin'
I was in her room even if it's only for a minute
Ho, yo' dream came true
f*ck her good and got her body shiverin'
Show me my opponent, n*gga
Bring me to my opposition
You not in my league, n*gga, you can't play in my division (Nope)
She was with her n*gga, I pulled up and he non-existent
n*ggas hate Hi-C, wishing they could knock me off my business (Man, f*ck y'all)
[Outro]
Sneaking on they songs, in they feelings like some lil' b*tches
Flexing like a gymnast
b*tch, I'm flexing just like Planet Fitness (b*tch)
Gold tipped shrooms give me freedom from my mental prison
Gold tipped shrooms, yuh (I'm havin' it)
Yuh, Hi-C