Luxury Life Lyrics – Busta Rhymes ft. Coi Leray

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes & Coi Leray]
Yeah!
Aye, you gone 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 talking about that coward boo
’cause you my lil' sis so don't turn that pussy into 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 learn from the best, that's a fact
If a nigga violate you, I'ma—
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, 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 fucking 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]
Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots
'Cause we gone spend whatever
Luxury life, we living over the top
No one can do it better
They trying to reject so I ain’t ever alone
Aye, aye, aye, aye
You talk too much, your friends is calling my phone
(Calling my phone, calling my phone)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Yo!
Every time that I touch it, you know it's flammable
The game that I be feeding 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

[Verse 3: Coi Leray]
Mmm!
Come on Busta, I'm immaculate
The way I'm attacking these bitches, tracking it
They asking how I'm having it
Put numbers on the board, Billboard
That's where I'm trapping 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 want to get high then slide up in this kitty cat

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Coi Leray]
Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots
'Cause we gone spend whatever
Luxury life, we living over the top
No one can do it better
They try to [Reject] so I ain't ever alone
Aye, aye, aye, aye
You talk too much, your friends is calling my phone
(Calling my phone, calling my phone)