I Ain’t Havin’ It lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: Juicy J]
Mafia
Trippy vibes n*gga
Shut the f*ck up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I'm in the club throwin' bread with my savages
Got this lil' b*tch on some ratchet sh*t
This ain't no accident, b*tch you been havin' that
I keep that thing on the passenger
I'm in the club throwin' bread with my savages
Got this lil' b*tch on some ratchet sh*t
This ain't no accident, she know I'm havin' it
Now this lil' b*tch in my passenger
I'm in the trap blowin' dope with the savages
You need a pound if you matchin' it
That's how you smoke when you havin' it
3.5 in every joint that I be passin'
I'm in the trap pourin' drink with the savages
2 pints or better imagine it
That ain't no drink, you ain't havin' it
Can't finesse me n*gga, I ain't havin' it

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
What it is? What it do?
She gotta f*ck the whole crew
My b*tch ain't a Christian
But I keep her in the Loub's
Don't try to walk in my shoes
Like the rest of these fools
You can't do what I do
You might end up on the news
In the club with them savages
We come from movin' them packages
In the hood they be clappin' sh*t
b*tch I invented the ratchet sh*t
We on that trappin' sh*t
We on that rappin' sh*t, n*ggas be mad 'cause we havin' it
Could find me posted with the baddest b*tch
She gon' go and get her badder b*tch
Pass it to my youngin', look at that assist
Smokin' that gas I ain't passin' it
Keep one on me, I ain't with the lackin' sh*t
How you trappin', you ain't even packin' sh*t
This chopper won't but the MAC'll fit
You ain't killin' sh*t, you ain't whackin' sh*t
Get the f*ck on with that actin' sh*t
Get my pimpin' on, I'll smack a b*tch
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I'm in the club throwin' bread with my savages
Got this lil' b*tch on some ratchet sh*t
This ain't no accident, b*tch you been havin' that
I keep that thing on the passenger
I'm in the club throwin' bread with my savages
Got this lil' b*tch on some ratchet sh*t
This ain't no accident, she know I'm havin' it
Now this lil' b*tch in my passenger
I'm in the trap blowin' dope with the savages
You need a pound if you matchin' it
That's how you smoke when you havin' it
3.5 in every joint that I be passin'
I'm in the trap pourin' drink with the savages
2 pints or better imagine it
That ain't no drink, you ain't havin' it
Can't finesse me n*gga, I ain't havin' it

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Double cup drippin' and slippin'
And everybody know they f*ck with slums
Anybody try to try the slums
Slums gon' let a f*ckin' bullet fly
[?] before this here, when I made it right
Dollar bet with the ave
[?]
Middle finger with the five
b*tch I come from the 6
East Atlanta n*gga, North of the bricks
You movin' the sh*t, then you sellin' the sh*t
You tell my body then you [?] the sh*t
After be livin' in life, a young n*gga from the dirt life
Son Nudy live a rough life, stick got a n*gga upright
If you don't look like the [?]
Ask around n*gga, I run the five
I'll have alot of n*ggas pull up with fire
You talkin' that sh*t somebody gonna die
I am the n*gga in the screet
[?] me with the 30 hangin' on
And I keep a b*tch with me
Know she bad with a double cup filled with me
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I'm in the club throwin' bread with my savages
Got this lil' b*tch on some ratchet sh*t
This ain't no accident, b*tch you been havin' that
I keep that thing on the passenger
I'm in the club throwin' bread with my savages
Got this lil' b*tch on some ratchet sh*t
This ain't no accident, she know I'm havin' it
Now this lil' b*tch in my passenger
I'm in the trap blowin' dope with the savages
You need a pound if you matchin' it
That's how you smoke when you havin' it
3.5 in every joint that I be passin'
I'm in the trap pourin' drink with the savages
2 pints or better imagine it
That ain't no drink, you ain't havin' it
Can't finesse me n*gga, I ain't havin' it
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