Luxury

Lyrics

[Verse 1: G Perico] You ain't gotta tell me when to go, bitch, I'm goin' You ain't gotta tell me that I'm on, bitch, I'm knowin' 'Bout to drop to the point where it get annoyin' You wanna do business? Okay, call the lawyers It ain't enough digits, add some more commas Give me more skrilla, I'll handle all the problems Back-to-back big bodies, throwin' up Crip out it When you stick to the script, look at what you get out it Turn off the lights, me and Steelz still shinin' These ain't lab-made, these real diamonds Ten years in and we just gettin' started The Clicc is the backbone, me, I'm the heart of it The devil on my ass, I can't let him catch up to me Prayed for a hundred grand, now that's some crumbs to me Where your finance at? Come eat brunch with me Got an East African and she in love with me All for the money, we don't care about the fame shit Niggas crash out for the 'Gram on some lame shit Gave my whole heart to the game, look what it done for me Still in the hood, but, nigga, I'm livin' luxury [Chorus: Wallie the Sensei] Get some money, get a bag, and get to it All the shit they talk about, I done been through it I used to hate bein' on standby Now I get fly on a first-class flight like woah I got Louis on my belt and my shoes like woah Everybody winnin' in my crew like woah Even though I'm worth billions I'm still up in the hood and I'm chillin' [Verse 2: G Perico] On this race, I got tunnel vision Just know it's murder if you fuck with me, yeah A couple niggas fell off, it put me in my mode For the last three weeks, I ain't even been home For the last three years, it been revenge mode Now I live the lifestyle that niggas'll kill for Times done changed, but I'm the same nigga Collect calls, sendin' Cash Apps to the prison Walk in the mall, Saks Fifth, I'ma spend it I love the way the Glock sit in the Hudson denim I love the way the yacht sit when I'm standin' in it With all my niggas around, I gotta snap a picture Yeah, you can tell I never had shit Metal credit cards, we don't do plastic I do rats, I do bougie, I do classy When Steelz on the beat, it's a classic [Chorus: Wallie the Sensei] Get some money, get a bag, and get to it All the shit they talk about, I done been through it I used to hate bein' on standby Now I get fly on a first-class flight like woah I got Louis on my belt and my shoes like woah Everybody winnin' in my crew like woah Even though I'm worth billions I'm still up in the hood and I'm chillin' [Outro: G Perico] G Slim's Revenge