"Luxury Rap" lyrics
Oh
Ayo
Dope Boy Chuck always come with the heat
It's me, Chaz on the beat, make the cypher complete
Bang
Ayo, I'm eating Apple Jacks, better know some spokes
Win or lose, the apple sauce will boast
I don't give a fuck about no haters or a coast
Even when I ain't golfing, I stays the course
Clever
Luxury rap is what I floss
Luxury living is what my homes endorse
That's why I'm for my fans so when they come debate us
Ayy, he spent four thou' on his bedroom wallpaper
They claim they getting money but Av got more paper
He balling now, y'all can go check the score later
They fingers can't count, do bags need more data
Me and Tom, my dog, is a fame ho player
Bad bitch slayer, cocaine weigher
Humble but'll put beats on you like Doc Dre-a
Fly as fuck whenever you see him, what is he in?
His life should be on ESPN, 8 and PM
Y'all can't debate my swag
My flow be so gang, now what they gon' say?
I walk in late, call my neck and wrist, pop a spray
What's your life cost? Where's Swag Brother today?
I talk my Av, my fans talk like
You know the real ones be like
Swag Brother today
You know they be arguing
You know what I'm saying?
You say the wrong thing, they might go in your mouth
You talking about every day, you better know Dope Boy Chuck
You know what I'm saying?
They be talking, "Yo, Av always telling you, blah, blah, blah"
They try to say this, I was like, "Haters, bro"
You know what I mean?
I ain't gon' lie, I love my fans, man
I got real love for y'all
I heard your mother
Ayo
Dope Boy Chuck always come with the heat
It's me, Chaz on the beat, make the cypher complete
Bang
Ayo, I'm eating Apple Jacks, better know some spokes
Win or lose, the apple sauce will boast
I don't give a fuck about no haters or a coast
Even when I ain't golfing, I stays the course
Clever
Luxury rap is what I floss
Luxury living is what my homes endorse
That's why I'm for my fans so when they come debate us
Ayy, he spent four thou' on his bedroom wallpaper
They claim they getting money but Av got more paper
He balling now, y'all can go check the score later
They fingers can't count, do bags need more data
Me and Tom, my dog, is a fame ho player
Bad bitch slayer, cocaine weigher
Humble but'll put beats on you like Doc Dre-a
Fly as fuck whenever you see him, what is he in?
His life should be on ESPN, 8 and PM
Y'all can't debate my swag
My flow be so gang, now what they gon' say?
I walk in late, call my neck and wrist, pop a spray
What's your life cost? Where's Swag Brother today?
I talk my Av, my fans talk like
You know the real ones be like
Swag Brother today
You know they be arguing
You know what I'm saying?
You say the wrong thing, they might go in your mouth
You talking about every day, you better know Dope Boy Chuck
You know what I'm saying?
They be talking, "Yo, Av always telling you, blah, blah, blah"
They try to say this, I was like, "Haters, bro"
You know what I mean?
I ain't gon' lie, I love my fans, man
I got real love for y'all
I heard your mother
