Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seeing Things, artist - Luxury Tax. Date of issue: 15.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Seeing Things |
| Since a youngin, I was in the hood servin' rocks |
| Graduated on the block, runnin' from the cops |
| They know I always keep a Glock, don’t end up in a bind |
| Goyard full of hunnids, it don’t matter what it cost |
| Baby, tell your friend come here and make her take it off |
| He was cappin' 'bout the package, so we took 'em all |
| My red bottoms cost an extra stack and you know how I ball |
| Rollin', we straight up out the pound, this for my niggas who are dead and gone |
| Since I didn’t bring it all with me, I might have to spend it all |
| I know a couple of savages that kill shit |
| I sip out of designers, double cups |
| My foreign bitch with me, I’m rollin' blunts |
| Push button the whip and it’s roarin' up |
| She jump in the passenger, she thick as fuck |
| I got cash for days, had harder days, I’m stuck in my ways |
| I took chances just so we wouldn’t have to starve today |
| Adderall and molly, I be seeing things |
| Coutin' up the paper, mister money machine |
| , I don’t need a |
| Now I got floor seats, my haters in the nosebleeds |
| I bought a foreign car just so I could test the speed |
| Any extra cash, I go spend it on extra bling |
| Fiji water, neck drip like a fucking sink |
| Silent stones, that gold you wear don’t mean a thing |
| Once I shop, I cook up like it’s Krispy Kreme |
| Let’s take some henny shots, I’m rich as fuck, I’m sellin' lean |
| My little Spanish bitch steals drugs out of the pharmacy |
| Got that bitch fired, now I’m back to buyin' off the streets |
| Mister pints and bricks and nigga fuckin' on your bitch |
| Expensive outfit, I’m up, Louboutin my kicks |
| I don’t leave without the stick, might have to hit my kill switch |
| 'Cause I got drugs all up in my section, I’m just tryin' to keep it lit |
| You know what time it is |
| I sip out of designers, double cups |
| My foreign bitch with me, I’m rollin' blunts |
| Push button the whip and it’s roarin' up |
| She jump in the passenger, she thick as fuck |
| I got cash for days, had harder days, I’m stuck in my ways |
| I took chances just so we wouldn’t have to starve today |
| Adderall and molly, I be seeing things |
| Coutin' up the paper, mister money machine |
| , I don’t need a |
| Now I got floor seats, my haters in the nosebleeds |