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Hell, uh | Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the patio | Polo chinos, a Pro Club
Hell, uh Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the patio Polo chinos, a Pro Club Plottin' out the next score Couple weeks in Cali Smokin' the best, gettin' some rest Then it's back to the full-court press Niggas playin' for keeps Tryna be the next Suga Slim, Baby or Master P I don't pass that weed, it's all for me I rolled it, so I'm only fo' sho gon' smoke it Go and get your own shit Focused on rollin' on, wrote for me and all of my dogs Involved with takin' Jet Life, Taylor Gang to the stars I done bought Ferraris from pennin' these rap bars And I didn't stop there, I got so much more Inspiration, somethin' you should reach for See me in that Porsche, that should push you to go hard I've done it, you can do it, ain't no difference It's only real ones in the buildin' Need to start really livin', make money every minute The more things change, the more they stay the same I stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets And celebrate with buckets of champagne Save the sparklers, I got the light show in my ring And when we exit, they'll say the best just left here And the rest is just like, yeah This is the life, bitches and Nikes Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury And all the bad bitches fuck with me And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me This is the life, bitches and Nikes Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury Sports cars in the front yard Dream big and we live large Uh All the gang rules apply when you fuckin' with the guys Brought enough so we all could get high She with me, don't be actin' all surprised I get more money today than you see for the rest of your life Tell you once, I don't gotta tell you twice All my bitches treat me nice and my crib feel like paradise Ain't gon' have as much fun as she had tonight And if you got a plus one, everything alright It come to girls, I don't trust none Khalifa kush, I'ma crush some, we gon' smoke 'til the sun come up Ya nigga got a problem with it, hope he don't run up I'ma take a shot, that's enough for both of us (Both of us) And if you bring a friend, I'ma let her in Andretti OG, that's the medicine I'm tryna get as high as the rent Niggas comment on the smell, but I take that as a compliment Don't fuck with no hatin' 'cause we don't do that We countin' up paper, no we don't lose that Since I leveled up, I never moved back Rolled up weed, bringin' all the booze Don't stress her 'cause she gon' choose This is the life, bitches and Nikes Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury And all the bad bitches fuck with me And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me This is the life, bitches and Nikes Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury Sports cars in the front yard Dream big and we live large
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