Luxury - Joey Fatts

Riding round in this luxury

Got some killers got some thugs with me

They gon' bust for me got some crips got some bloods with me either way it’s

all love for me

Your bitch called my line on a gamble

Would he play would he pass could I handle

The shit that he throw up be all for the mantle

She a good girl all she need is a sample

Niagara falls I’m the rocks for example

She soaking the handle

Positions we switching at random

Your misses blow kisses from Dallas

Some bitches like famine and I ain’t even drop my fucking album yet

Why these broke niggas flexing with advance checks?

I’m independent flexing putting on my section

Ridin' with a weapon everybody (blurred) if we get cracked ain’t nobody telling

If we get a chance everybody bailing

I don’t know them men and they don’t know me

Raised in the streets man that’s how that shit be

Raised on the east man that’s how that shit be

My niggas they grandpas and granny’s is G’s to serving that lean and packing

the beam and stacking paper like a faxing machine I guess where my game from

Tackle pussy through pussy young nigga you tame one

Ten toes since day one as we ride

Cameras roll episodes on the rode they hate but we gon' get this money for sure

and it’s luxury T-top down arm hanging up out the window and it’s luxury i know

my ex-bitch trying to fuck me for sure and it’s luxury

Euro clip on the front end on my Monte Carlo and it’s luxury and it’s luxury