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Gunna - 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 nigga 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, shit 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
Niggas 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 bitch, she pull up in that Bentley thing
When I'm sipping they stare at my pinky ring
I ain't sleeping, my nigga, this ain't a dream
We ain't slipping, they know to protect the king
Long live Nipsey, I put that on everything
This shit 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'