LUXURY LIFE

[Intro: Coi Leray]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes & Coi Leray]
Ayy, you gon' hold me down, mama?
Best believe in me, daddy, now what you ’bout to do?
Secure another win just to bring it back and empower you
The other dude I was with— We ain't talkin' about that coward, boo
’Cause you my little sis', so don't turn the pussy to sour fruit
Never that, let me rap, fuck the cap
'Cause girls is players too, remember that?
Yeah, you know just how to act
Oh, yeah, you learned from the best, so that's a fact
If a nigga violate you, I'ma black
Be cautious
Was raised by teachers that was flawless
We 'bout to make 'em nauseous
Forget about the flaws, you know I’m gorgeous
Talk that shit (Yeah)
Love it when I talk my shit (Mhm)
You know just who the boss is
We got a lot
Peep the way these niggas fuckin’ with the bop
Pray on our downfall like we supposed to stop
Shit is funny, right?
How we get money like
In indescribable ways they can't copy
You niggas know my body

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes, Coi Leray, Both]
Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots
’Cause we gon' spend whatever
Luxury life, we livin' over the top
No one can do it better
They try to reject, so I ain't never alone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You talk too much, your friends is callin’ my phone

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes & Coi Leray]
Yo, every time that I touch it, you know it's flammable
The game that I be feedin' you, hope you got some collateral
The way I function, you tryna figure out my mechanicals
Fuck flowers, it's time to give me the whole botanical
See, when I pull up and park in the intersection
When you see me, you supposed to see yourself in my reflection
The sunlight reflectin' off the moon, if you don't mention
Me as one of the greatest, your train of thought is no exception (Mmm)

[Verse 3: Coi Leray]
Come on, Busta, I'm immaculate
The way I'm attackin', these bitches trackin' it
They askin' how I'm havin' it
Put numbers on the board, Billboard, that's where I'm trappin' at
Big plaques, platinum and gold, up in my habitat
Living my best life, why they mad at that?
Already went number one, yeah, they could have it back
I don't even drive, I just sit and roll up in the back
He wanna get high, then slide up up in this kitty cat

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes, Coi Leray, Both]
Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots
'Cause we gon' spend whatever
Luxury life, we livin' over the top
No one can do it better
They try to reject, so I ain't never alone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You talk too much, your friends is callin' my phone