Havin’ lyrics

[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
In the pent, I pour up heavy
In the Lamb, on a addy
I got three hoes from the valley
These new Diors, not from Bally
Stack that money, Eiffel, Pari
I shoot jumpers, call me Larry
Don't need the [?], I need a navy
Don't need a sponsor, already havin'

[Verse 1]
They calling me the man
Had to slow down, I done bought too many chains
Car a robot but the engine a mini-brain
The Maybach wood grain like my Cartiers
Money speak for me, ain't much I gotta say
Don't care how much I made, I still gotta save
International, getting it all kinds of ways
The ambassador, get everybody paid
You lame so I charge it to thе gang
Heard you got a n*gga framed, you should be ashamеd
I was shackled on the chain from a selling-full of grain
Now I'm rocking hella chains, thanking God for a change
Free the slime Melly, sh*t be hard to explain
I just wanna cop like a Bentley and a broad with some brains
Had the feeling that I'm ready through my heart, in my vein
Pop a Perc and in a second you be numbing the pain
I come from the home of the brave
I don't go back and forth, but I don't really want you to stay
I got mad support and all type of fans, different races
Drive the fastest Porsche and I ain't even here for a race
What's a million, they thank me for booking at chase
n*ggas looking, better think before you looking this way
'Lotta money in the bank and it's all of a faith
It's a phantom don, you can't call this a wraith
[Chorus]
In the pent, I pour up heavy
In the Lamb, on a addy
I got three hoes from the valley
These new Diors, not from Bally
Stack that money, Eiffel, Pari
I shoot jumpers, call me Larry
Don't need the [?], I need a navy
Don't need a sponsor, already havin'

[Verse 2]
Pour up Tropicana
Hit the Forbes, cop a Phantom
I swipe a card, like a scammer
I spit poets, I got grammar
I enjoy it, I switchin' out European cars like rentals
I'm employed, young Gunna Wunna having M's like McGriddles
Four in a minute maid, ain't no cap in my rap, yeah, we really paid
Call my b*tch, she pull up in that Bentley thing
When I'm sipping they stare at my pinky ring
I ain't sleeping, my n*gga, this ain't a dream
We ain't slipping, they know to protect the king
Long live Nipsey, I put that on everything
This sh*t slow up, I go back to selling green

[Chorus]
Yeah you better not pour heavy
In the 'lamb, on a addy
I got three hoes from the valley
These new Diors, not from Bally
Stack that money, Eiffel, 'pari
I shoot jumpers, call me Larry
Don't need the [?], I need a navy
Don't need a sponsor, already havin'