Max B – I Gotta Have You lyrics

We bout to go in on this one
Travel new artist
Nah mean
It's like
We all got dat special person we love you know a lil ride or die you know
Let me tell you bout mine

[Verse 1:]
Ain't nothin' like a ride or die bitch
She come through and throw the fifty up
Love to fuck she even roll da piffy up
Who that in tha swify truck
Son with tha blicky tucked
Fedirally tryna hit me up
But my bitch she nice behind da wheel
I be poppin' out da window I'm nicer with tha steel
One thing a nigga could say is that the heists' they be real*
She gonna shoot a nigga dead like she liecense to kill
She always tell the friends bout me tha pipin is real
Let me control da tempo baby cause I'm nice with tha peel(chill)*
I want you on your belly quit*
Max is da good side I'm on my biggavelli shit
Ridin to da party I die touchin the shotty*
My eyes touchin her body got a high of bacardi (ayy) *
Bitch had da nerve 2 take a piss in da lobby
Now she talkin bout catchin a body (wtf baby)

Cause I want you
I gotta have you
And I need you
It's just like a got a habit
[X2]

[Verse 2:]
Now my baby no I got it under control
Never would she crack under pressure or would she fold*
She ain't with dat bullshit my baby girl she bold
Say a prayer 4 you give you long kisses goodnite then fill you with some holes
Ridin in da rolls cruisin in the third lane*
This my first time around I'm doin it 4 brydgang
We them niggas hittin them switches
We cook them drugs in da kitchen
We gettin bitches igot love for my bitches
Got black girls puertican even got them chinese
Ecuadorian white even got them guynase
Ya'll no how to find me lenox ave 7th ave
Say wats sup to my mother I never had a better dad
Say wats sup 2 my brother and love 2 da women dats holdin mii nigga down while he sitin in prison
You don't no how a nigga livin
Let's not joke bout da past let's just 4get(let's just 4get it bang bang)

Cause I want you
I gotta have you
And I need you
It's just like a got a habit(I think a fix need dat thing baby)x's2
The closer I get
The betta you make
[X4]

[Verse 3:]
She tellin me money don't make the man
You ain't gotta pretend to me
B4 you was my lover 1st you was a friend of me
I'm da kid bitch imagine my work
Bein clubin fuckin bitches all of dat shit is wrk
Had to grab up on them tites started grabin da shirt
I'm a love you down put you on your back then I'm a put it 2 work
Make her wet it up put it in take wats it worth
I b poppin more bottles than the package at work
All mii bitches throw your hands in da sky
Let's get it poppin get high and for your nigga just b ready 2 ride
I hit da rode and kiss muii baby goodbye
Dats when she hit me with da look in her eye(she said)

Cause I want you
I goitta have you
And I need you
It's just like a got a habit(I think a fix need dat thing baby) [x2]

We doin 4 gang bang this 4 all da ladies out there