LEGIT

[Intro: DJ Drama] 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 [Verse 1: Kash Doll] 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) [Chorus: Kash Doll & DJ Drama] 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) [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] 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 [Chorus: Kash Doll] 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 [Outro] (Gangsta Grizzillz)