Luxury
New whip in the parking spot
Off the dealer parking lot
Give my bro a couple racks
We don't even talk a lot
Money conversations
Not much else to talk about
And if its not a payment
Sorry but I'm opting out
You aint fwm
Now they trying to show fake love to me
You should know wassup w me, don't got for no fuckery
Need a billions dollars ima grind til I'm in Luxury
And I'm climbing to the top til everybody under me
Give me one year, I promise ima make it
Now im going up, going up, like a spaceship
You wont showing love, showing love, you was hating
And all that fake love, fake friends, I replaced it
They gon act like they with me
Really they out to get me
Only got trust for two or three people cuz niggas iffy,
Had to lace my sneakers cuz shorty just had me tripping
I still got love for all y'all only from a distance,
You hear what im saying?
Need 900 grand, add 100 bands
Now we got a million, run that shit again
Had to son a couple niggas I'm a family man
And my brother keep that trigger don't come incorrect
Niggas be so fraud, they praying a nigga fall
Im on ten toes like a sock, I'm doing it for my mom
Saying free my pops, I'm waiting for him to call
And RIP to my dawg, I'm giving this shit my all
If heaven if for real, I know my brother up there
Holding up 4s, every finger stuck there
Take a look inside me, I swear its no trust there
Im headed to the top, No time til I'm up there
Niggas be so fraud, they praying a nigga fall
Im on ten toes like a sock, I'm doing it for my mom
Saying free my pops, I'm waiting for him to call
And RIP to my dawg, I'm giving this shit my all
I can't take a loss, I gotta remain calm
No time for acting up, know that's what the devil want
I feel like Lebron, no 23 ima ball
Like 2-4 I got the thoughts, mentality of a dog
Don't get extorted, my brothers on it
She wont there when I was lonely now she trynna support it
I got tired of window shopping now I can afford it
I don't care about the fame or if my life recorded
I aint cry in a minute, they put brodie in that graveyard
Ima grind til the finish, til I'm swerving in that race car
Free my bro from that sentence, he come home they gon hate us
Ima hit then I'm dipping, sorry shorty ima playa
Look me in my eyes tell me you gon ride for me
I know ima shine promise that my time coming
And you aint w the guys you cant get a dime from me
Knew it wasn't right but you still lied to me
Shorty curved my DM
I wont hit her again
Down bad looking for help
You was gone like the wind
Give a fuck bout a friend
At the end ima win
Buy my mama a crib
And put her in a Benz
I aint wit the drama, I aint wit the drama
All I make is that one calla bro shoot Igoudala
You know wayvey staying solid put that on my mama
And now we whipping foreigns said fuck that impala
Niggas be so fraud, they praying a nigga fall
Im on 10 toes like a sock, I'm doing it for my mom
Saying free my pops, I'm waiting for him to call
And RIP to my dawg, I'm giving this shit my all
You never cared bout me I know
I want them diamonds dance like lightshow
You said you love me and I know
That was a lie girl
Off the dealer parking lot
Give my bro a couple racks
We don't even talk a lot
Money conversations
Not much else to talk about
And if its not a payment
Sorry but I'm opting out
You aint fwm
Now they trying to show fake love to me
You should know wassup w me, don't got for no fuckery
Need a billions dollars ima grind til I'm in Luxury
And I'm climbing to the top til everybody under me
Give me one year, I promise ima make it
Now im going up, going up, like a spaceship
You wont showing love, showing love, you was hating
And all that fake love, fake friends, I replaced it
They gon act like they with me
Really they out to get me
Only got trust for two or three people cuz niggas iffy,
Had to lace my sneakers cuz shorty just had me tripping
I still got love for all y'all only from a distance,
You hear what im saying?
Need 900 grand, add 100 bands
Now we got a million, run that shit again
Had to son a couple niggas I'm a family man
And my brother keep that trigger don't come incorrect
Niggas be so fraud, they praying a nigga fall
Im on ten toes like a sock, I'm doing it for my mom
Saying free my pops, I'm waiting for him to call
And RIP to my dawg, I'm giving this shit my all
If heaven if for real, I know my brother up there
Holding up 4s, every finger stuck there
Take a look inside me, I swear its no trust there
Im headed to the top, No time til I'm up there
Niggas be so fraud, they praying a nigga fall
Im on ten toes like a sock, I'm doing it for my mom
Saying free my pops, I'm waiting for him to call
And RIP to my dawg, I'm giving this shit my all
I can't take a loss, I gotta remain calm
No time for acting up, know that's what the devil want
I feel like Lebron, no 23 ima ball
Like 2-4 I got the thoughts, mentality of a dog
Don't get extorted, my brothers on it
She wont there when I was lonely now she trynna support it
I got tired of window shopping now I can afford it
I don't care about the fame or if my life recorded
I aint cry in a minute, they put brodie in that graveyard
Ima grind til the finish, til I'm swerving in that race car
Free my bro from that sentence, he come home they gon hate us
Ima hit then I'm dipping, sorry shorty ima playa
Look me in my eyes tell me you gon ride for me
I know ima shine promise that my time coming
And you aint w the guys you cant get a dime from me
Knew it wasn't right but you still lied to me
Shorty curved my DM
I wont hit her again
Down bad looking for help
You was gone like the wind
Give a fuck bout a friend
At the end ima win
Buy my mama a crib
And put her in a Benz
I aint wit the drama, I aint wit the drama
All I make is that one calla bro shoot Igoudala
You know wayvey staying solid put that on my mama
And now we whipping foreigns said fuck that impala
Niggas be so fraud, they praying a nigga fall
Im on 10 toes like a sock, I'm doing it for my mom
Saying free my pops, I'm waiting for him to call
And RIP to my dawg, I'm giving this shit my all
You never cared bout me I know
I want them diamonds dance like lightshow
You said you love me and I know
That was a lie girl
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Williams, Chris Butler, Daniel Klayman, William Joseph Ficca, Tracy Wormworth
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