The Lyfestyle

Whoo Whoo Aye yo man, I feel like I've been humble too long, man I'm too humble, man (whoo) Fuck all that humble shit, uh Uh, fuck bein' humble Put your money where your mouth is Matter fact, make it double Blue strips by the bundle Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt) Baby, I just wanna fuck you Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal Then it's back to the hustle (huh?) Fuck bein' humble Blue strips by the bundle Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo) Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo) Gang gang out the jungle (gang) .30 Glock, we a couple (glitt) More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo) Gotta get it by any means Barely hope but got plenty dreams Turtle to a rabbit (huh?) Even when I walk, still in the lead You lil' niggas better take it ease (huh?) Treatin' life like "Baby Boy" Give her head, then I take the keys (whoo) Bend the block like she bend her knees (skrrt) My presence speak for me, I don't even gotta say a word (shh) My hitta sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word (glitt) Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruise, couldn't play the curb (skrrt) The game will teach you a lot, but you gotta play to learn (facts) Paper cuts when I count it up (huh?) Skyscrapers when I pile it up (huh?) Double cup when I brown it up (huh?) I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?) I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?) I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?) I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up Fuck bein' humble Put your money where your mouth is Matter fact, make it double Blue strips by the bundle Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt) Baby, I just wanna fuck you Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal Then it's back to the hustle (huh?) Fuck bein' humble Blue strips by the bundle Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo) Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo) Gang gang out the jungle (gang) .30 Glock, we a couple (glitt) More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo) I'm motivation for my people (yes) Yeah we different, but we equal (yes) Eye to eye with the real (huh?) The fake niggas I can see through (huh?) I hate payin' bills Yeah I'm rich, but I'm cheap, too (uh) Food stamps out the Key Food (yeah) Oh well, man, that's free food Yeah I can't change I can't change my ways Yes my wrist lit, and yes I'm rich, bitch And that's word to Rick James (I'm rich, bitch) I stay in my lane (skrrt) I drink away my pain (yes) Matter of fact, pass me that bottle I need to pour up Fuck bein' humble Put your money where your mouth is Matter fact, make it double Blue strips by the bundle Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt) Baby, I just wanna fuck you Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal Then it's back to the hustle (huh?) Fuck bein' humble Blue strips by the bundle Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo) Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo) Gang gang out the jungle (gang) .30 Glock, we a couple (glitt) More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo)