Kash Doll, Payroll Giovanni - LEGIT lyrics

I'm in the D, baby what up, though?
Take a look at all this ice on you know me
I go ghetto gold every time
(Damn, Dooder, you made this?) dJ Drama

Nobody wanna be like you when they get older
In the club tag-teaming bottles
Bein' big holders
It's lonely at the top, but you won't know
'cause you ain't built for it
My son spoiled
Don't like nothin' else but Rick Owens
Billionaire ties, got a sponsor by Rihanna
Four band bag, it say Loro Piana
In one night
I used to make twenty-six thousand
I don't wanna hear a sentence
You won't add another comma
Drake, tell Canada I'm tryna be a citizen
Let me set up shop
It's right across the street from Michigan
Shopping spree Pay
I'm 'bout to come and scoop Christian
I'm 'bout to have a rep at Somerset trippin'
Still support the Pistons even though
They ain't been winnin', though
I don't get the name
'cause everybody see me in the Ghost
Fuck mancala
I got marble on the kitchen floor
Need a chandelier, hang my
Chain on the ceiling, bro
(Gangsta)

I live the life of a queenpin
Cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks
But I went legit
I live the life of a queenpin
Cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks
But I went legit (Shout to Payroll)

I'm legit
But they think that's a load of shit
'Cause my kit worth a load of bricks
Went from broke to rich wanted me a 'Vette
Bought one and now I'm over it
Bought the Benz, but this winter
I might Rover it tell that ho get over it
I found myself a colder bitch
Her watch tell you that her
Nigga really sold some shit how I talk
You can tell a nigga know some shit
Can't show your face around your city
'cause you owe some shit
Move 'em by the hundreds
Cuban 'bout a hundred pistol by the stomach
Gotta move right when you gettin' money
Shooters got a budget
Guards when I'm in public
This the price of fame
Really this what come with when a
Nigga crib your diamond chain
I used to send yams out in Canada
Now I got fans out in Canada
Boy, that shit make-believe
I can't be a fan of you
Been fuckin' up the game for a while
I got stamina

I live the life of a queenpin
Cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks
But I went legit
I live the life of a queenpin
Cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks
But I went legit

(Gangsta Grizzillz)