Seeing Things - Luxury Tax

Since a youngin, I was in the hood servin' rocks

Graduated on the block, runnin' from the cops

They know I always keep a Glock, don’t end up in a bind

Goyard full of hunnids, it don’t matter what it cost

Baby, tell your friend come here and make her take it off

He was cappin' 'bout the package, so we took 'em all

My red bottoms cost an extra stack and you know how I ball

Rollin', we straight up out the pound, this for my niggas who are dead and gone

Since I didn’t bring it all with me, I might have to spend it all

I know a couple of savages that kill shit

I sip out of designers, double cups

My foreign bitch with me, I’m rollin' blunts

Push button the whip and it’s roarin' up

She jump in the passenger, she thick as fuck

I got cash for days, had harder days, I’m stuck in my ways

I took chances just so we wouldn’t have to starve today

Adderall and molly, I be seeing things

Coutin' up the paper, mister money machine

, I don’t need a

Now I got floor seats, my haters in the nosebleeds

I bought a foreign car just so I could test the speed

Any extra cash, I go spend it on extra bling

Fiji water, neck drip like a fucking sink

Silent stones, that gold you wear don’t mean a thing

Once I shop, I cook up like it’s Krispy Kreme

Let’s take some henny shots, I’m rich as fuck, I’m sellin' lean

My little Spanish bitch steals drugs out of the pharmacy

Got that bitch fired, now I’m back to buyin' off the streets

Mister pints and bricks and nigga fuckin' on your bitch

Expensive outfit, I’m up, Louboutin my kicks

I don’t leave without the stick, might have to hit my kill switch

'Cause I got drugs all up in my section, I’m just tryin' to keep it lit

You know what time it is

I sip out of designers, double cups

My foreign bitch with me, I’m rollin' blunts

Push button the whip and it’s roarin' up

She jump in the passenger, she thick as fuck

I got cash for days, had harder days, I’m stuck in my ways

I took chances just so we wouldn’t have to starve today

Adderall and molly, I be seeing things

Coutin' up the paper, mister money machine

, I don’t need a

Now I got floor seats, my haters in the nosebleeds