Luxury Lyrics

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