conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Havin’ It with the following description: On what is possibly a hint of what’s to come on of Future’s upcoming mixtape Forever Or NEVER, Future and fellow Freebandz signee Maceo link up on a dazzling, bouncy, Zaytoven-produced beat for a summer anthem. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Maceo + (Future)]
  Yeah, hey
  (We really havin' paper)
  Lil Mexico shit nigga
  (I'm talkin' bout we havin' real bands in this shit, you dig?)
  [Hook: Future]
  Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it
  We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah
  I got a check and I'm havin' it
  I got a check and I'm havin' it
  I got the gas and I'm havin' it
  I got the gas and I'm havin' it
  You drank and havin' no check
  You basically havin' no check
  And now we gon' aim at your flesh
  And niggas gon' aim at your chest
  We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
  Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks
  [Verse 1: Future]
  Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
  We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
  I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
  Lionel Richie to a bad bitch
  50,000 on a bad bitch
  Keep a .5 in a mattress
  Fuck that bitch, she a savage
  Gold digger, she a savage
  I'ma pass her to the savage
  Tom Fords on everyday
  Upper Echelon everyday
  Get the funds on everyday
  I cash out, no layaway
  Real one, no fame daddy
  We gon' get into all the fame daddy
  Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy
  Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
  Styrofoams and some red bottoms
  50,000, the feds got it
  Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
  Pop a seal, hope you feel better [Bridge: Future]
  Chanel 6, I sign on
  Fully loaded, that Scion
  I grinded up, you just payin' off
  I'm blowing money like the fan on
  I swear that this voucher could dance on you
  Murder squad, I stand on you
  No facade, I stand on you
  I swear to God I stand on you
  [Hook: Future]
  Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it
  We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah
  I got a check and I'm havin' it
  I got a check and I'm havin' it
  I got the gas and I'm havin' it
  I got the gas and I'm havin' it
  You drank and havin' no check
  You basically havin' no check
  And now we gon' aim at your flesh
  And niggas gon' aim at your chest
  We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
  Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks
  [Verse 2: Maceo]
  You can tell I'm havin' bitch, I ain't gotta manage it
  All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
  We rockin' red diamonds, you rockin' the rhinestones
  Act' in my styrofoam, I'm gettin' my grind on
  These niggas just hate that I'm gettin' it
  Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel
  Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
  Got you wonderin' where the stash at
  We robbin' (?) no handgun
  I'ma put on for my day one
  Real come get, no Akon
  Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
  You think I ain't back with a check?
  You think I ain't got no finesse?
  You think my niggas ain't killers?
  You think that my niggas won't aim at your head?
  Drop a check on you, you a plate now
  Right price, you get ate now
  Whole city know I'm havin' it
  Bands in and I'm taxin' it [Hook: Future]
  Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it
  We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah
  I got a check and I'm havin' it
  I got a check and I'm havin' it
  I got the gas and I'm havin' it
  I got the gas and I'm havin' it
  You drank and havin' no check
  You basically havin' no check
  And now we gon' aim at your flesh
  And niggas gon' aim at your chest
  We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
  Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks
  [Bridge: Future]
  Chanel 6, I sign on
  Fully loaded, that Scion
  I grinded up, you just payin' off
  I'm blowing money like the fan on
  I swear that this voucher could dance on you
  Murder squad, I stand on you
  No facade, I stand on you
  I swear to God I stand on you