Lyrics Lavish (feat. VK) - Lil Wetta

(Yo Landon you did this shit right)

I be grinding for the money, you lacking
Boy stop lying boy stop capping
I'm living life tryna live lavish
Flex on my ex like 21 savage
I get the bag and I go to the top
Fuck you mean lil Wetta he getting hot
Pull up on a bitch she giving me top
Pull up in a foreign yea drop that top (Skrt)
I be grinding for the money, you lacking
Boy stop lying boy stop capping
I'm living life tryna live lavish
Flex on my ex like 21 savage
I get the bag and I go to the top
Fuck you mean lil Wetta he getting hot
Pull up on a bitch she giving me top
Pull up in a foreign yea drop that top (Skrt)

I'm with the bro's (The bro's)
VK and Landon we taking control (Boom)
Ain't talking money then look there's a door (A door)
Your bitch she calling but I hit ignore (I did)
Going so fast pedal to the floor (Skrt)
Making these bangers we going on tour (Going on tour)
Getting the check yea I just scored
Finna get a mansion with French doors (Okay)
We going insane (Insane)
In the coupe and I blow out the brain (I do)
I can't trust they be playing (They do)
Me and the gang stay in our lane (We do)
Doing our thing we don't complain (Ah)
Killing these verses verse killa VK
Dripping she like how I'm drippy Celine (Aha)
I know I'm different I cannot be plain (East coast baby)

And we gon' ball out
Gotta go to the bank now
I'm doing it they don't know how
And I also notched my eyebrow
I know that you like this sound
Get the bag up ask around
Water on me I almost drowned
Circle small merry-go-round
And we ain't never stopping for no one (No one)
We climbing to the charts for that number one
Putting in the work I'm getting shit done
I take this shit for real I don't do it for fun (Nah)

I be grinding for the money, you lacking
Boy stop lying boy stop capping
I'm living life tryna live lavish
Flex on my ex like 21 savage
I get the bag and I go to the top
Fuck you mean lil Wetta he getting hot
Pull up on a bitch she giving me top
Pull up in a foreign yea drop that top (Skrt)
I be grinding for the money, you lacking
Boy stop lying boy stop capping
I'm living life tryna live lavish
Flex on my ex like 21 savage
I get the bag and I go to the top
Fuck you mean lil Wetta he getting hot
Pull up on a bitch she giving me top
Pull up in a foreign yea drop that top (Skrt)

Brodie pull up he drop the top
A **** talking get hit with the mop
Straight to the top cannot be stopped
Counting my racks while I'm toting a Glock
Used to be on the block like a trapstar
I'm tryna be on stages like a rap star
Do a Race 200 miles like NASCAR
Aye, aye, aye
Back in the days was tryna get paid
I'm boss making plays no raise
Leave a **** In the past like a phase
For the cheese you know I'ma chase
Hit lick with a mask no face
Fendi on waist designer my taste
You want beef I'ma eat
Feeling like summer I'm bringing the heat
Shooting shit like the heats young **** moving neat ain't talking money take a seat
Fucked up a check before I fucked up a beat
Making plays on the field no cleats
I get the bag and repeat
Big stepper I'm feeling like meech you want lessons I can teach
Big stepper feel like meech
Aye, aye
For this music I got passion I get the bricks and put it to fractions
Shooting shit, like lights camera action
Hit a lick no cam' I'm dashing hit the bank all hunnids' I'm cashing
Brown hunnids' to the roof I'm stacking **** ain't real they capping
Aye, aye

I be grinding for the money, you lacking
Boy stop lying boy stop capping
I'm living life tryna live lavish
Flex on my ex like 21 savage
I get the bag and I go to the top
Fuck you mean lil Wetta he getting hot
Pull up on a bitch she giving me top
Pull up in a foreign yea drop that top (Skrt)
I be grinding for the money, you lacking
Boy stop lying boy stop capping
I'm living life tryna live lavish
Flex on my ex like 21 savage
I get the bag and I go to the top
Fuck you mean lil Wetta he getting hot
Pull up on a bitch she giving me top
Pull up in a foreign yea drop that top (Skrt)