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)