[Chorus]
Riding round in this luxury
Got some killers got some thugs with me
They gon' bust for me got some crips got some bloods with me either way it's all love for me

[Verse: 1]
Your bitch called my line on a gamble
Would he play would he pass could I handle
The shit that he throw up be all for the mantle
She a good girl all she need is a sample
Niagara falls I'm the rocks for example
She soaking the handle
Positions we switching at random
Your misses blow kisses from Dallas
Some bitches like famine and I ain't even drop my fucking album yet
Why these broke n***as flexing with advance checks?
I'm independent flexing putting on my section
Ridin' with a weapon everybody (blurred) if we get cracked ain't nobody telling
If we get a chance everybody bailing
I don't know them men and they don't know me
Raised in the streets man that's how that shit be
Raised on the east man that's how that shit be
My n***as they grandpas and granny's is G's to serving that lean and packing the beam and stacking paper like a faxing machine I guess where my game from
Tackle pussy through pussy young n***a you tame one
Ten toes since day one as we ride
Cameras roll episodes on the rode they hate but we gon' get this money for sure and it's luxury T-top down arm hanging up out the window and it's luxury i know my ex-bitch trying to fuck me for sure and it's luxury
Euro clip on the front end on my Monte Carlo and it's luxury and it's luxury