Lavish Givem Hell

Chorus(2x) In my jeans, racks like tennis

Private nigga, windows tented

Foreign coupe, it ain’t rented

Cold hearted, don’t got no feelings

Nigga yeah I’m up seven

In my bag really havin

Gettin paid that’s why I’m rappin

In the booth to bring them racks in

(Verse 1 ):

Richer than rich

Just like I’m roddy

That shit you call drip

It’s all on my body

Ride through the city

In a black Maserati

Chasing these bills

Ain’t talkin bout Cosby

Ice on my neck

Just like it’s hockey

Get in the booth

And just do it like Nike

My drako a hoe

Got hella bodies

Surf on a wave

Nobody can’t copy

Get in a foreign its a push start

Rock and Rollin like a rockstar

I want smoke like a cigar

Just did the dash on a cop car

12 ain’t catching me

God is blessing me

Life is testing me

Popping like ecstasy

Giving the best of me

Demons is racing me

Top is my destiny

Married to the money just like a wedding ring

I’m living my dream

My bitch on the right

And that chopper on the left of me

When I perform

L A V I S H what they scream

I can’t fold on my people,my fans, my family

Do a show collecting backends

Havin motion I ain’t cappin

In my bag young nigga stackin

4pf pockets saggin

Playing my role ain’t sellin my soul

For fucking chain yeah

Stay getting paid, I’m in my own lane

Riding my own wave yeah

Chorus(2x) In my jeans, racks like tennis

Private nigga, windows tented

Foreign coupe, it ain’t rented

Cold hearted, don’t got no feelings

Nigga yeah I’m up seven

In my bag really havin

Gettin paid that’s why I’m rappin

In the booth to bring them racks in