Gotta Have It

Lyrics

It's Nyzzy!

Them foreign cars them foreign broads I gotta have it
That champagne on chill yeah I gotta have it
That big house on that hill yeah I gotta have it
Them bright lights that fast life I gotta have it
Them chicks all up on me yeah I gotta have it
And I stay smokin that tree yeah I got habits
Got my squad riding with me cuz a nigga want static
Don't stress over that money now it's automatic
I remember when them bad chicks didn't even pay attention
Now they all on me cuz I'm all they see on they television
Got my grind up switch my mind up and made the right decision
So fuck y'all cuz like a rockstar that's how I'm livin
So shout out to my nigga Moe
Tell them hatin niggas die slow
Had to snap like Kanye cuz the city still hatin on the low
Spend money make more
Yeah we started from the damn floor
Used to act like they didn't see us but now these motherfuckers know

Them niggas that I started with they all here
Ain't concerned about that past girl this our year
Let's make a toast to them girls that never called me
Cuz I done came up like drake said this all me

Them foreign cars them foreign broads I gotta have it
That champagne on chill yeah I gotta have it
That big house on that hill yeah I gotta have it
Them bright lights that fast life I gotta have it

(Turn up, turn up)

Got loud packs on deck yeah I gotta have it
Gotcho chick on my dick yeah I gotta have it
That brietling on my wrist yeah I gotta have it
And I ain't waitin on shit nah I gotta have it

I need a beach house with that big boat I gottta have it
She don't do the dishes got money stuffed in them cabinets

(That's right)

We made men while yo boyfriend is so average
And these fuck boys done turnt me into a savage

(Turn up, turn up)

I'm the king of my city
It's my crown my throne
We lost j cow and now I'm made he gone

(RIP !)

When you makin swear these fake boys just hate to see it
Got my cash up cuz a broke nigga I'd hate to be it
Ambitions of a rider
Keep it movin like a tire
We just hot lil nigga
Whole squad on fire
Got models on me got bottles on me got guala on me
Got Louis on me got Gucci on me got Prada on me

Them niggas that I started with they all here
Ain't concerned about that past girl this our year
Let's make a toast to them girls that never called me
Cuz I done came up since the last time y'all saw me

Them foreign cars them foreign broads I gotta have it
That champagne on chill yeah I gotta have it
That big house on that hill yeah I gotta have it
Them bright lights that fast life I gotta have it

(Turn up, turn up)

Got loud packs on deck yeah I gotta have it
Gotcho chick on my dick yeah I gotta have it
That brietling on my wrist yeah I gotta have it
And I ain't waitin on shit nah I gotta have it

(Gotta have it !)