Lyrics

[Intro] We 'bout to go in on this one (Mafia) Travel the waters You know what I mean? It's like, we all got that special person we love, you know? A lil' ride or die, you know? Let me tell you 'bout mine [Verse 1] 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 spiffy truck? Son with the blicky tucked Federales 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 the heists, they be real She gon' shoot a nigga dead like she licensed to kill She always tell her friends about me, the piping is real Let me control the tempo, baby, 'cause I'm nice with the peel, chill Uh, 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 Uh, bitch had the nerve to take a piss in the lobby Now she talking 'bout catching a body (What the fuck?) [Chorus] 'Cause I want you ('Cause I want you, want you, baby) I gotta have you (Gotta have that thing) And I need you (And I need you, need you, baby) It's just like I got a habit I want you (I want you, I got that fix) I gotta have you (Need that thing, baby) And I need you (And I need you, uh) It's just like I got a habit [Verse 2] Now, my baby know I got it under control Never would she crack under pressure or would she fold (Nope) 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 the drugs in the kitchens We getting ritches, I got love for my bitches Got Black girls, Puerto Rican, even got 'em Chinese Ecuadorian, white, even got 'em Guyanese Y'all know how to find me, Lenox Ave, 7th Ave Say what's up to my mother, I never had a better dad Say what's up 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 (You don't know) Let's not talk about the past, let's just forget it (Let's just forget it, baby) [Chorus] 'Cause I want you ('Cause I want you, want you, baby) I gotta have you (Gotta have that thing) And I need you (And I need you, need you, baby) It's just like I got a habit I want you (I want you, I got that fix) I gotta have you (Need that thing, baby) And I need you (And I need you, uh) It's just like I got a habit [Bridge] The closer I get (Mafia) The better you make me The closer I get The better you make me The closer I get (Don't be like that, baby) The better you make me The closer I get The better you make me feel [Verse 3] She telling me money don't make the man, you ain't gotta pretend to me Before you was my lover, first, baby, you was a friend to me (Yeah) I'm the kid, bitch, imagine my worth Been clubbing, fucking bitches, all of that shit is work Had to get up on them titties, started grabbing the shirt I'ma lay you down, put you on your back, and then work Make her wet it up, put it in, tap 'til it squirt 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, kiss my baby goodbye That's when she hit me with that look in her eye She said [Chorus] 'Cause I want you ('Cause I want you, want you, baby) I gotta have you (Gotta have that thing) And I need you (And I need you, need you, baby) It's just like I got a habit I want you (I want you, I got that fix) I gotta have you (Need that thing, baby) And I need you (And I need you, uh) It's just like I got a habit [Outro] Yeah It's your boy Doctor B, baby Smoke a stogie to this one We doing this one for Gain Greene For all the ladies out there Byrd Gang It's your boy Biggavel with another musical classic for you niggas Gotta love it Ow