Luxury Tax

[Verse 1]
I made money blew money
Louis duffle stuffed all new money
Vintage frames but the vision 20/20
Jumping out of cars you can't find in the country
Ball like it's sport gave you a front seat
They shocked how I blew up quick the wrist chunky
Slide an exotic bitch out her one piece
Call me unc', I'm fucking on your auntie
Treat the beats like lunch meat I'm hungry
Big body stampeding Jumanji
G wagons in the desert like humvees
S coupes Plush seats we comfy
If I ever fall bouncе back like bungee
Clario stack Playing Sizzla Kalonji
I built my own empire you can't son mе
I'm truly blessed the Benny S is 1 of 3
I'm in the 190E, nothing's factory
Do some shit that's never been done then get back to me
Every color code for the faculty
Park 'em in row kill 'em casually

[Chorus]
I'ma Park vintage cars all infront the estate
Show you how I'm living, I'm just trying to motivate
I was down bad, had to recalculate
For the ones who ain't believe, rub that shit in they face
Park vintage cars all infront the estate
Show you how I'm living, I'm just trying to motivate
I was down bad had to recalculate
For the ones who ain't believe, rub that shit in they face

[Verse 2]
Fuck what you been told my Rollie solid gold
My bitch solid too I put Benz's s on road
I been cooking all year I ain't even seen a stove
KS coupe big ass wing superimposed
You ain't in even in my tax bracket relax
Everyone around me paying luxury tax
7 litre coupes doing numbers, doing laps
This a different bracket, I ain't bragging that's a fact
Told em that I need my contracts like a athlete
Bad bitches all different kinds they harass me
Made her eat her friend one time bon-a-petite
2 deep in the 7.2 and it's Japanese
20 raw pieces from Japan, that's a sushi roll
Back to back whips, whole click going stupido
My close patna named, Julio he moody yo
I might snap, park a Benz in the studio

[Chorus]
I'ma Park vintage cars all infront the estate
Show you how I'm living, I'm just trying to motivate
I was down bad, had to recalculate
For the ones who ain't believe, rub that shit in they face
Park vintage cars all infront the estate
Show you how I'm living, I'm just trying to motivate
I was down bad had to recalculate
For the ones who ain't believe, rub that shit in they face