Luxury
I don't even listen to no one I'd rather go put on some me
I'm in the AMG, yeah, you know me, all blacked out with the red seats
No, I don't want me a red key
I like SRT's but I love luxury
When I was little I wanted a Bumblebee
Now look at me I want that Maybach key
2023 I'm tryna' be Himothy
Can't nobody say they made me but me
I do this shit one deep I don't go no og
They see that I'm rapping now, act like they know me
It's still free my nigga's ducking from the poli'
And I know some nigga's ducking from the federales on they beck
Got Balenciaga on the mask
I'm asking 'em, "what's in that bag?"
My white boy ain't clutching pro mags
Was just in the back of the Bach', just reclining and shit
If it ain't bout racks I'm declining that shit
I'd rather just kick shit snd cool it
And I'm in your city just boolin'
Asked them nigga's, if you do what you say that you doing
Told her I don't love her she was clueless
She wanted a Perc' gave her Plan B she clueless
Booted off Roxi' been doing her stupid
Bitches say that I hit 'em like Cupid
Want my babies and I ain't even made it yet
Way that she seen me go up know I'm making it
Tryna' come back in my life cause I'm making it
And she don't even know my full potential yet
I like to ride 'round like the president, I'm in the back with a bitch rocking Vetements
I gave her a speech impediment
Cleaning me up like a veteran
They show me love like a veteran
Don't want nothing if it ain't better then
I don't fuck with no one for benefit
So if I like you, then I love you I don't like too many anyways
I'm on the E-way goin' my way, I'm on the highway
You know I don't care about mileage
Just send me the addy you know that I'll come to your college
I fuck with the green yeah, the cottage
I'm a young rich nigga eating on lobster
I can't even hear what you said yeah, I lost you
Yeah, I'm on a different timing you can't find me
I don't even listen to no one I'd rather go listen to me
I'm in the AMG, yeah, you know me, all blacked out with the red seats, yeah
No, I don't want me a red key
I like SRT's but I love luxury
And, when I was little I wanted a Bumblebee
Now look at me I want that Maybach key, yeah, uh, ha, uh, woah
Yeah, woah, woah, yeah
I'm in the AMG, yeah, you know me, all blacked out with the red seats
No, I don't want me a red key
I like SRT's but I love luxury
When I was little I wanted a Bumblebee
Now look at me I want that Maybach key
2023 I'm tryna' be Himothy
Can't nobody say they made me but me
I do this shit one deep I don't go no og
They see that I'm rapping now, act like they know me
It's still free my nigga's ducking from the poli'
And I know some nigga's ducking from the federales on they beck
Got Balenciaga on the mask
I'm asking 'em, "what's in that bag?"
My white boy ain't clutching pro mags
Was just in the back of the Bach', just reclining and shit
If it ain't bout racks I'm declining that shit
I'd rather just kick shit snd cool it
And I'm in your city just boolin'
Asked them nigga's, if you do what you say that you doing
Told her I don't love her she was clueless
She wanted a Perc' gave her Plan B she clueless
Booted off Roxi' been doing her stupid
Bitches say that I hit 'em like Cupid
Want my babies and I ain't even made it yet
Way that she seen me go up know I'm making it
Tryna' come back in my life cause I'm making it
And she don't even know my full potential yet
I like to ride 'round like the president, I'm in the back with a bitch rocking Vetements
I gave her a speech impediment
Cleaning me up like a veteran
They show me love like a veteran
Don't want nothing if it ain't better then
I don't fuck with no one for benefit
So if I like you, then I love you I don't like too many anyways
I'm on the E-way goin' my way, I'm on the highway
You know I don't care about mileage
Just send me the addy you know that I'll come to your college
I fuck with the green yeah, the cottage
I'm a young rich nigga eating on lobster
I can't even hear what you said yeah, I lost you
Yeah, I'm on a different timing you can't find me
I don't even listen to no one I'd rather go listen to me
I'm in the AMG, yeah, you know me, all blacked out with the red seats, yeah
No, I don't want me a red key
I like SRT's but I love luxury
And, when I was little I wanted a Bumblebee
Now look at me I want that Maybach key, yeah, uh, ha, uh, woah
Yeah, woah, woah, yeah
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Writer(s): Jordan Kezimbira
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