Living Lavish
Getting Tatted
These Jordan 8's
They bound to hate
When we converse
It's just like magic
I hit yo bitch without
A daate

Bitch I'm tatted like I'm Travis
My tats the best that's no debate
Riding skating like some Dayton's
I'm smoking Mary so no hating

See all this gold
That I'm draped in
Bitch These black buffs
I ain't no racist
Bitch I rolled it up so
I'm gone face it
Stack it Spend it stack it
That's basic

They copy my style
Like they tracing
I roll this weed
Out the mason
Trying to get higher
Like we racing

Rookie of the year
No debating
Rookie of the year
Like I'm Jason
Rookie of the year
Like I'm Simmons
Rookie of the year
It's just the beginning
Rookie of the year
I been winning

Racing stripes on the vette
Grand sport Z06
Apologize in advance for
Giving dick to yo bitch
You should've never cuffed the hoe

You claim to keep it G
But I don't see it doe
You see me shinning hoe
But I'm laid back
Like a recliner doe
One eye open
Like a monocle

Bitches say I'm cool
With no designer on
No margiela
But I get that chedda
No balenciaga
But you know
I make them hoes holla

No Saint Laurent
But you know a nigga
Been a boss
Fuck the cost
Bitch I'm from the D
I was made to floss

Diana Ross the boss playing
While I'm bitch clean the kitchen
And all we do is smoke bitch
Did I forget to mention

Rookie of the year
I've been winning hoe
And all my bitches cold
They some centerfolds
A billion dollar plans
I got like 10 of those
And if you want yo bitch
You better keep her close

Don't talk about that deal
Until that bitch is closed
Don't say what you go do
Until you did it doe
Fuck that
You don't need niggas in
Yo business bro
That's how niggas
Fuck around turn witness bro

Aye
Burgers beers and titties
That's a hell of a combo
Gotta get it in the city
And get to it pronto
Cause ain't no guarantee
That they waking tomorrow
No guarantees
That you waking tomorrow

They say some niggas scamming
Some niggas selling blues
Some niggas say they do it
But you know it ain't true
For real
Some niggas say they do it
But you know it ain't true

Yea they saying
That they do it
But I'm calling it cap
I'm hearing blues after blues
You can't show me a rack

I'm the boss dog
You want OT in the plant
I can knock you off
Might get you whacked for a rant

This ain't what you thought
Bitch I'm rocking margiela
My balenciaga sneaks
Done seen some blood
Or whatever

I'm still rocking Gucci loafers Even though that they racist
Little car with ten bitches like I'm driving a slave ship

They switching different niggas Guess it's gone be a night then
I'm AR rifle shawty
I can't fuck with the carbines
My Nigga wanna swipe
I put him hip with some fire bins

Aye bro
That's some coach shit for real

A Nigga say he broke so ima c
Come with the plays then
I get them by the dozen
I got ten more k's in
You think I'm playing
Fuck it
Let me say that I'm playing then

Caveman bust a band down
Let me do it
Crunch time shooting from
The line he still fooling
I been blowing all day
Can you tell that I'm zooted
She want to pay to fuck
I'm like damn should I do it