Luxury Villa

[Intro: Jackpot]

Yea. Just sitting here blowing loud
Bobbi I on the boards


[Verse 1: Jackpot]

I'm thinking to myself on this plane flight
Like, how can you not see a hater in plain sight
I go in like I never heard of out
I'm turned up to the North like I never heard of South
You ain't gettin' nothing over here buddy you over there
The whip cold and it's white, that's a Polar Bear
My money pants and yo money like skirts
I'm with yo girl everyday nigga like I was her purse
Treat the kush like Usher and let it burn
Treat the Lamborighini like Big Sean, let it swerve
I'm Jackpot, bout the chips like a casino
I'll scare your whole face, Al Pacino
It's a cold world, you the only one to comfort you
Mattress full of money so you know I'm sleeping comfortable
It's LiveRAW til a nigga die raw
Marry the beat, man imma make it my song
Hunnit thousand sitting pretty on the wrist man
50 racks for this one and 50 racks for this hand
Making big money so I need big bands
Shaquille O'Neal a nigga
Slap em' with a big hand


[Interlude: Detroit L-O]

Hahaha, Detroit L-O bro. That was my nigga Jackpot. Stacking up for then Luxury Villas, stack!


[Verse 2: Detroit L-O]

When you see a nigga, you should gon and take a pic
Cuz I ain't gon fall like white girls in a horror flick
I ain't gon look back like white girls in a horror flick
I ain't gon get egged on by a damn chick
Thirsty girls on my timeline and they dime fine
Mans hate me cuz I shine, plus his girl on my pipeline
So easy just to get sex, man I swear I'm starting to lose interest
So I keep my dick dry but I still get the hoes pussy wet
Til I find a woman of my interest, can't get caught up
Fucking hoes then regret it when a baby brought up
Niggas put they girl over bros they known for life
And known her for just a year, nigga something ain't right
But that shit good, cuz niggas like that gon suffer
As many niggas we got eatin' it's like the Last Supper
We on a mission James Bond can't handle
Luxury Villas, Louis V sandals
3 to 8 feet pool next to the garden
She call my dick James by the way she make it Harden
Haters love to talk but I doubt if they know me
Clique full of niggas quick to shoot like Ginobili
Always getting talked down on by some stray hoes
They must think I'm from Idaho peeling up potatoes
I'm from Detroit where even our mayor foolin'
The youngest niggas be shootin'
The classiest women be choosin'


[Interlude: Detroit L-O]

Yea. You already know man, we stacking up for them luxury villas. Shit, shoutout to the whole team RAW. My nigga J, shoutout to my big bro Kiemo, Easy Dae, i
Shaan, J Manny, my nigga Shawn Raw, Jackpot. Bang this shit when you in them luxury villas nigga. Easy, Talk


[Verse 3: Easy Dae]

Straight out the gates of hell, I won't fail
My mission too educated to be locked in a cell
Still watching old shit, back in the 90s
Kenan & Kel
All this new shit on the TV got a nigga think it failed, well
How bout we go to a luxury hotel
And watch the waves in my head, that's overseas like a sail
Can't wait to get the fuck up out the city, plenty opportunities
The one that came to me was rapping, now I got a crew with me
They bouta start paying a nigga to rap fluently
Stack Season coming soon, so the cash you'll be dealing me
I look into the mirror and I see nothing but real in me
I read my bars in braille, so I know you niggas feeling me


[Interlude: i
Shaan]

Raw. i
Shaan i
Shaan. Ay baby girl you can gon head and pull them gold bottles out. I can't front, im living the life. i
Shaan i
Shaan

[Verse 4: i
Shaan the Rit God]


Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Louis V belts is something I can't pass up
Orlando Magic Shaq, I break the glass up
Like a hockey goalie, grab sticks and mask up
Having a Range Rover is my destiny
Cooking cakes with a Betty Crocker recipe
I'm sippin' Dom Peri while im up in Hockey Town
It's intense like Tebow on 4th down
I eat steak and feed hoes pizza rolls
Before I live my dreams, I know I gotta reach my goals
Hoes hop to me, I'm the pogo stick pimp
Her man can't buy her shrimp, now he blue like a crip
Watermelon Ciroc is the drink that I sip
And it's a must see movie, imma give you the clips
I should build a Walgreens, I could sell paper
You 03' with the money like Vin Baker
My life mostly sweet, like a cake baker
Fuck Valentines day, I'm a heartbreaker
Fuck Valentines day, I'm a heartbreaker
I made 2 girls kiss, now I'm a match maker
Niggas not RAW like me
Boy I swear to God it ain't no flaw in me
Nigga I'm Raw, L-O pass the bottle
Jackpot smashed the models
And after that, we out, L-O


[Verse 5: J Manny]

Uhhh, SLMG
Good smoke in the air, bad bitches everywhere

Balling on some swish shit, beat knocking like Swizz shit
Ghost in that whip bitch, on some Maserati Rick shit
Take ya bitch, that's a quick lick, beat it up, that's a quick fix
Ain't sending no condolences, too busy doing rich shit
Like rolling up and blowing heavy, she throw it back and she know I'm ready
You should've seen that pic she sent me, she showed it dawg, she so petty
You was looking all wifed up, til she took a sip of this white cup
Plus I had her rolling up nice blunts then I sent her home all piped up
Space Life that enterprise, or get faced twice like Geminis
You asked her and yo bitch denied
You trust her, that's suicide
Smoking trees like do or die, fuck with me and my crew will ride
Y'all niggas play lose or draw, but I'm tryna win and get stupid high
Thick bitch, juicy ass, call it motivation
Good smoke out the blunt, California bakin'
Y'all a bunch of clown looking niggas, Jigsaw
I'm fucking with some loud smoking niggas, LiveRAW