Havin Things

Jet Life, nigga, yeah Twenty foreigns, everything, on God, on ten, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah L Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map, all my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'cause we really havin' things And they ain't really usin' shit, don't know if they got it like that Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map (On the map, yeah) Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my bitches on the map (On the map) I keep buyin' cars, I got a problem I got room to park 'em, but no time to drive 'em Some of 'em Forgiatos, some of 'em got hydraulics More exotics, more lowriders every time I drop a project My homegirl super solid, I park some of my cars by I stay switchin' up and slidin' Try to identify 'em by the car he drivin' No tint on the windows, you can see inside it I ain't hidin', I ain't doin' shit but smokin' fire On my way to another million dollars, I'm plottin' '96 AMG, all them Lorenzos is squattin' Got a sunroof in it, but we don't blow no doja out it We sittin' in it hotboxin' Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map, all my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'cause we really havin' things And them boys ain't usin' shit, don't know if they got it like that Twenty foreigns back to back, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map (On the map, yeah) Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my bitches on the map (On the map) It's the treaters, you gon' trick or you gon' treat He like to call me trick or treat because he like to trick or treat And I see no competition 'cause these hoes, they can't compete And I ain't fightin' with these bitches Bet these bullets make 'em leak Look, all of these bitches that's hatin', they mad now, they has-beens I been hot since hopscotch and double-dutch, I'm that bitch And if he saw my name, I'd probably duck him, nah, he drunk And if you bitches think you married, you gon' hate it when I pump Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map, all my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'cause we really havin' things And them boys ain't usin' shit, don't know if they got it like that Twenty foreigns back to back, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map (On the map, yeah) Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack (KB) All my bitches on the map (On the map, look) Get in what you put in (What you put in) Ain't in the door, but got my foot in Life been bad, but we been pushin' to the good in They tellin' us that we couldn't 'cause We Boyz N The Hood like Cuba Gooding Hard body, niggas softer than some pudding I just cool and run it up, stack, stack We don't know you back, back I'm with Spitta, keep your bubble, niggas smokin' pack, pack Don't let 'em know where we at 'cause we be really havin' things He fuckin' 'round with the Jets 'cause he ain't got it like that Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map, all my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'cause we really havin' things And them boys ain't usin' shit, don't know if they got it like that Twenty foreigns back to back, that was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map (On the map, yeah) Twenty foreigns, gray and black, that was us, heart attack All my bitches on the map (On the map)