Have It All

Have It All Lyrics

[Featuring Mase]
Uhh nigga
Uhm yeah
[Charli Baltimore] (Mase)
Yo yo yo
See I hold my head hoes wanna 'spite me
Mad I got you gagged but they wifey
Icey is what merchandise be
Know I'ma star so they over price me
Charli B'More be twice you dare
Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
Step into my cold area polar bear wear
White minking white linking now what you thinking
What do my Ice got you blinking
Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
What's feel, bad b**ch, dress really
Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really
Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
Cherry gators, Todd roll in every flavor
Rhymes I wrote (9's I told 'em)
Times I hold 'em
I even put 9's in niggas quotas
What
Yeah
What
Yeah
What what
Yea what what
Turn me up, though
Turn me up
[Mase]
Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
Then we won't stop
If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
I ain't never met a b**ch that won't suck a cock
So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!
[Charli]
If you know B'More, then you know this song
I'ma rip any sh*t, niggas throw me on
While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long
f**k around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone
Ring too
Get that nigga cream too
Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true
[Mase]
I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
Chanel flip flop's, sand all on ya feet
Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
So a b**ch like you, can't check me from the street
[Charli]
I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase
All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[Mase]
Yeah, what what, what the f**k
What they think, cause Mase young, Mase be dumb
They get Mase strung, it'll then that'll be numb
But ever see blood die, with light change
Got the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
Fly rollie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she died for me
You got me confussed, see Cam the freak
Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
Some live average, so that hand couldn't reach
Living expenses, 50 grand a week
You know me, I V-O-T, low key
Platnuim rollie, smoke a O-Z
Baby face nigga, without no goatee
2 point 8, about to blow 3
Huh
What the f**k
What the f**k
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Uh
What the f**k
Don't stop
What the f**k
We won't stop
Harlem-Philly's
Still bless ya forever
Mase blessed forever