Having Our Way lyrics

[Chorus: Webbo]
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
In my lifetime, touched a lot of pape
My life was on the line, when I caught a case
Thank God for the money I had tucked away
[?] pulled up for a rainy day
Yeah
You n*ggas just rap good
Spent your rent money on backwoods
Big boss CEO, something like Suge
Catch plays at will, while you stuck in the hood
How you get all this pape, but your mans broke?
Where your loyalty at? What you stand for?
Death to the hoes, 'cause you dead broke
I’m still chasing paper, you just sit at home
Lou Gram
[Chorus: Webbo]
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick

[Verse 2: Roley Gang Blue]
You know them M's what I came for
You know my charm match my arm, yeah, stones [?] like rainbows
Everywhere I go, you know the gang go
She a groupie, where she from, she a brick man's main ho
I told her meet me at the condo with the heat [?]
And I’ll be up 50 flights, this ain't a cheap date
She telling me what she like, one was the east state
And how she don't f*ck with that n*gga, he a cheapskate
She can tell by my style, I ball state to state
When I'm with Lou, we can't pour nothing less than an 8
[?] all this paper [?]
One of my n*ggas got [?] the other one gon' have to write him letters

[Chorus: Webbo]
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick
[Verse 3: Peezy]
I'm finger licking in a quarter M
I can't listen to your music, boy, you poor as sh*t
Apple watches in a month, you can’t aford a kit
Don’t compare us to them n*ggas, we ball more than them
Presi on my arm cost [?] 60 [?]
Stay tuned, I'ma be balling til they sentence me
Paid a thousand for a shirt, ’cause it go with the sneaks
You can't do the sh*t I do, 'cause you ain't rich as me
[?] should be doc*mented
You know it’s lonely at the top, 'cause ain't no compitition
Made 80 last month, but I forgot to mention
[?] together, that's a lotta chicken

[Chorus: Webbo]
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick
Having our way with this sh*t
Back to back foreigns, [?]
Rollie came plane, that cost me a brick
b*tch, we independent ball, know these f*ck n*ggas sick