"This Is The Life"
I'm a smoke all day. (day!) - Fuck all night. (night!)
I think I'm coming. (coming!) - This is the life! (life!)
I'm countin' money. (money!) - Do what I like! (I like!)
Life is a gamble. (gamble!) - Just shoot the dice! (dice!)
Green money keeps chromes wheel's turning
While them black girls popping and purple weed burning. (burning!)
What I do with my time, no concerning!
Middle finger cops, big money earning! (earning!)
Everybody talkin', but my kinda talks the reason
I ain't gotta walk; I got a ride, hustle like my time is short.
Surround my fort! - Pitbull, chopper, camera; damn if I get caught.
Good common sense'll tell you ain't playing know how hard I fought.
Fuck these bitches! They'll be there when I'll get back
Back to the lab! - Mad, load the Chronic back, smoking and scracthing the pad!
Calico rap when I'm mad! - Had to go back to the rags
Then he know I got to have, caddy doors over my swag.
Fatties all over, your bad! - You ain't half, bitch!
Diamond's shining everywhere: - ears, fingers, neck, wrist,
White boat, Jet 6, 7 when my album drop
These haters got a death wish and I can smell 'em round the block!
Uh! - SouthSide is where I got my style at. - Right where they foul at
The future's fucked up. - And crying ladies want their child back!
Born in the combat. - I get it spent more behind that
This hoe, we mind crack. - Contagious, avoid contact!
I've been rhyme jack! - Lift away until I lost my mind at
Between a Gat and a hard place now erase all that.
You haters fall back! - Cash money is my favorite door mat.
I'm like colliding with a ball bat. - The.4-4 claps
Pińa coladas where my drawers on and jewel born love,
Three friends big tub, bet they all gon' run!
They don't wanna scrub; and I don't want no bird
Baby text me 'til you catch me, let me breathe 'til I catch that erb'!
[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for correcting these lyrics]
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