Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Vocals
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Vocals
Triple Seis
Triple Seis
Vocals
Armageddon
Armageddon
Vocals
Cuban Link
Cuban Link
Vocals
George Benson
George Benson
Sampled Artist
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Rios
C. Rios
Songwriter
Leshan Lewis
Leshan Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Gregory
Paul Gregory
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nikos Teneketzis
Nikos Teneketzis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifil
Ken "Duro" Ifil
Recording Engineer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Mixing Engineer
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Producer

Lyrics

[(Uh) Glamour life style baby (Dum dum dum dum) Bottle the rocks (Yeah yeah) Freeze the ice, 100 mil kid Money, money, money, money Platinum status, (Word word, yeah, what up?, what up?) Stick around Yo, I plan to live a life of glamour like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras with my golden silk pajamas on Smoking Havana's, drinking Don P Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi while I'm in the Diamante Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamin's 'Cause if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense I represent, I meant to be the King of New York Went from living in tenements to a penthouse resort I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino Even DeNiro know not to gamble in my Casino Vino on the rocks, lobster dinners with mobsters I got shit locked from Prospect Ave' to the tropics Sitting on top of the world like the Sun A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun It's the Glamour Life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice sweared about the sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right Enough for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight Yo Twin pass the lye, pass the light The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice Men or Mice, send them to Christ in the after life Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it Let them fear it, send 'em screaming to the Holy Spirit Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life The glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life Cock the hammer, end his motherfucking life
Writer(s): Leshan Lewis, Christopher Rios Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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