Livin' Luxury Lyrics

Shopping sprees in Paris, iced out in 24 k

Committed to money we married

World on my back we carried it

I get the money we still turnt up

I get the bands that we can turn up

Diamonds on me, ugly we glow up

Pop out with your girl, we blow up

I'm holdin the 50's, they can't throw a smitty

Told them niggas come and get up with me

Gucci Prada, can't forget the Fendi

Been viral since a nigga been trending

Blocking bullets, man these hoes go tending

Talking crazy, man the bullet we sending

Left them on red, a nigga be pending

At the top, a jit stay winning

See I can't believe you, love is false never true

Call the gang or the crew, Amiri jeans and the shoes

She owe me money like it's dues, always win never lose

Make a nigga end up on the news, Paris love is what I choose

Time is money baby, yeah I swear

Throwing new shoes, no pair

She said she want me, I don't care

Told her go ahead and get some new hair

Better leave baby, don't you gon' dare

Let me bless you like it's prayer

Don't leave cause I'm scared

Do you love me, do you care

This money shit, it ain't fair

Baby girl, that's fair

Nigga I started this shit

Two racks, mmm, that's the start of this fit

A cold ahh jhit, yeah you know how I get

Go get a bag and you know how I get

Gotta pop my shit, gotta talk my shit

Gotta walk my shit,

Shopping sprees in Paris

I started 24k, committed the money we married

World on my back, we carried it

I get the money, we still turned up I get the bag so we can turn up

Diamonds on me, ugly we blow up

Pop out with your girl, we blow up

Designer on me, too naked

Bad lil' bih, ha name Becky

Ain't playin' chess, come check me'

Stay on Go, cuz I'm ready

Poppin' bottles sound like confetti

Blacked out coupe, no Chevy

Ain't in the picture, go blare me

Blinded lights, Ric Flair me

Takin' bands baby, yeah I could hatin' on me, yeah you would

Get the number baby, yeah you should

Big boy bad wood in the hood

Keep it cool cause a nigga be bangin'

No pain cause a nigga stay faded

Stay in your place, stay in your station

Baby girl, why you waitin'

Stay turned up

Run around, bitch you get burned up

Hit him in his face, he gon' run up

100 round drapes, nigga think he better come up

A two-toned work, that's a two-toned watch

Watch what you sayin' cause a nigga get popped

100 round drapes, make a nigga get mopped

Run up to your face, nigga run up with the stop

All I ask was some racks, a couple stacks

In my bag, never seen a nigga run

He get shot, he start to lag

Hold a 100 round drum

In the nine, it got a mag

He go talkin all that shit

On his toe, he holds a tag

Shopping sprees in Paris I started 24k

Committed to the money we made

World on my back, we carried it

I get the money, we still turned up

I get the bad so we can turn up

Diamonds on me, ugly we blow up

Pop out with yo girl, we blow up