Lifestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
75 on the interstate

[Chorus]
I  be in the streets sun up to sundown
Me  and my nigga ran it up, sellin' one pound
I'm from the west side, one up and one down
In the hood since a child, ain't surprised by the gun sounds
All  my whips got Italian leather
Me  and my bitch gon' get a bag together (Bag together)
They can't tell me nothin' lasts forever
I  just spent six bands on a cashmere sweater
I'm that nigga, she gon' suck it if I let her
I knew that she would let me f*ck the moment that I met her
We ain't f*ckin' with rats, you know we gettin' to the cheddar
Like  a rock band, never leave without the heavy metal
In the trap every day, you the buyer, I'm the seller
In the bank every day, I be flirtin' with the teller
f*ck a bitch so good, she gon' put me in her header
I'm the hottest in the city, name a nigga do it better

[Verse]
This lifestyle I'm livin'
Spendin' no limit, they think I run with the cartel
Shoppin' in Fendi
550 Benz with the red guts and the new car smell (Car smell)
She walked in the door, then dropped to her knees
I told her, "Bae, you know me so well"
I'm all in New York with thirteen ways to get it
Catchin' plays like Odell
I done got rich off of wholesale
I'm f*ckin' a nigga's bitch at the hotel
We get them packs in, vacuum, no smell
Ain't a f*ckin' drug on Earth that I won't sell
If you ain't f*ckin' the gang then oh well I put my trust in the gang, they won't tell
If I get caught with this, I ain't gettin' no bail
Mention my name, I bet it ring like a doorbell
My shooter got the tool in the streets
D Wade, he a fool with the heat (He a fool with the heat)
Push-start, I ain't usin' a key
You gettin' money? Gotta prove it to me (Gotta prove it to me)
Won't beef, it's amusin' to me
Call 12, I'm abusin' the beat (I'm abusin' the beat)
Only real niggas movin' with me
Five bands for the shoes on my feet (For the shoes on my feet)

[Chorus]
I be in the streets sun up to sundown
Me and my nigga ran it up, sellin' one pound
I'm from the west side, one up and one down
In the hood since a child, ain't surprised by the gun sounds
All my whips got Italian leather
Me and my bitch gon' get a bag together (Bag together)
They can't tell me nothin' lasts forever
I just spent six bands on a cashmere sweater
I'm that nigga, she gon' suck it if I let her
I knew that she would let me f*ck the moment that I met her
We ain't f*ckin' with rats, you know we gettin' to the cheddar
Like a rock band, never leave without the heavy metal
In the trap every day, you the buyer, I'm the seller
In the bank every day, I be flirtin' with the teller
f*ck a bitch so good, she gon' put me in her header
I'm the hottest in the city, name a nigga do it better

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