HavingOurWay

Having Our Way (Explicit) - Migos/Drake

Lyrics by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/Aubrey Drake Graham/Amir Stivie B/Jackson Paul LoMastro/Nima Jahanbin/Paimon Jahanbin/Tyshane Thompson

Composed by：Quavious Keyate Marshall/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/Aubrey Drake Graham/Amir Stivie B/Jackson Paul LoMastro/Nima Jahanbin/Paimon Jahanbin/Tyshane Thompson

Drake：

Load up the Drac'

F**k it I'm makin' 'em pay

It's however n***as wan' take it

Ayy

I'm havin' my way 'set out here havin' his way

Qua' out here havin' his way and like the third Migo I take

B***h what

Load up the Drac'

What else are they gonna play

This however n***as wan' take it

Ayy

I'm havin' my way 'set out here havin' his way

Qua' out here havin' his way and like the third Migo I take

What

Ayy yeah

Now that I'm thinkin' it through

I just ain't fell in love 'cause I'm way too awake

And she tried f**kin' a rapper to break up my heart

But my heart doesn't break

Soon as I link with thеse n***as they feelings are writtеn all over they face

What

Okay great I'm in the backroom of Wally's I spent thirty thousand on somebody's grapes

We done did so many pull ups on n***as no wonder we gettin' in shape

Too busy backin' my words up with actions to ever go front in your face

What

Ayy

S**t done changed billionaires talk to me different

When they see my paystub from Lucian Grainge

Told myself that I would get through this verse and I'm not gonna mention the plane

But look at the plane

The f**k are we sayin'

Yeah what

F**k are we sayin'

Big '81 but I don't own a Harley

I ride in Mercedes with Shane

Ayy

It's me and Lil' Harley we wreckin' this s**t

Then we 'bout to go link with the gang

Ayy

And unlike that clock on the wall at your mama house

I do not have time to hang

Please don't reach out to me

Think watchin' too much of Stephen done got to me

Verses too eas' I'm servin' them up by the threes

I'm playin' pool in the pool which connects to the beach

I've been too solid to ever have stripes on my sneak's

You get what I mean

Back in the day my dawgs was puttin' eight balls in the pockets

Of all of the fiends and

What

What

That was back in the day

Now we involved in legitimate business

Baby we came a long way

Sometimes I hop on the road by myself

And I listen to s**t that you say