Lifestyle (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah

Faded off that double cup again

Shit, I might have to bulletproof that benz now

Make a quarter milli just to spend

She asking me to fuck, girl it depends

And i got you yeah

I do it all for you

I’ll do it all for you

Baby take it off for you

If you’re offering

I’m poppin two, i’m poppin two

Girl i popped a few

Fucked two bitches at the show this life is everything i prayed for

Made 2 million in a month

What the fuck I gotta save for?

Blacked out in it

I’m trapped out in it

My whip too clean and i spazz’ out in it

Said my lifestyle crazy

My lifestyle crazy, lifestyle crazy

Yeah my lifestyle crazy

My lifestyle crazy, yeah my lifestyle great

Oh-yeah

Hunnid stacks on a watch

Hunnid blocks on the dot

Ricky ross new whip, tennis shoes and the socks

I’m up in secret city yeah that boy got that lean

You better get the phone the bricks selling like ringtones (ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah)

I’m stepping out fresh

I’m stepping out clean

My nigga young mob, dope boy in DPC

When i’m up in the D

We gon stunt like a dog

My niggas drop out of school but we subject to ball

Don’t worry bout the crackers cause the crackers ain’t sharp

How i’m looking in the phantom

Bitch you know that i’m the mob

See the grill in the front

I get to feelin the fun

Fuck how you feeling, Ricky Ross i get a million in a month

I’m so mob, so mob

How i get it so mob

Pulling up to the trap fresh off a blowjob

Yeah them thousand dollar jeans pussy nigga tell that

If you waiting on the side boy just hit my cell back

Oh babe, oh babe, oh babe, oh babe

Money in my face

Bitches in my face

Strippers in my face

Drugs to the face

Plug keep me straight

My plug keep me straight

Faded till i pass out

Smoking gave me asthma

My lambo getting faster

My bitch is getting badder

I just left L.A throw some money on a dancer

Money is a habit, money is the answer

Oh, drinking til’ i throw up

Oh, these bitches getting no love

Oh, i swear it’s boutta go down

Oh, you ain’t know but you know now

Yeah, you ain’t know but you know now

Yeah, my bitch is boutta go down

Yeah, my weed is getting too loud

Oh yeah, my weed is getting too loud

Oh, too loud

My bitch is bout to go

And i can not go home

And i don’t wanna go

But my lifestyle crazy, my lifestyle crazy

My lifestyle crazy, my lifestyle crazy

My lifestyle crazy man my lifestyle great

Oh, woah