The Life (feat. Wizkid & Trey Songz)

You ain't real if you ain't took nothin'

One time,  my **** all from Brooklyn

Sup, my **** in California?

We ain't enemies, they be on ya

One time for Atlanta

**** make a million off his country grammar

In Detroit, they don't think twice

A thousand pounds, hundred bricks

Yeah, that good life

Get along with G Armani

Speakin' Italiani

Spend my thirty stacks

In a weekend down in Milano, yeah

Yeah, we'll party with mamacitas

We don't wear them Rollies

Less them rose gold  or yellow

Damn, there's about to be a scene tonight

When we pull up in them things tonight

Yellow gold and diamond rings tonight

Livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

Dish in, dish into that good life

Spent rack on the belt

Sip for myself

Stay away from suckers

'Cause they bad for my health

Blew a kilo in Cavalli

Yo, I think I need some help

These **** screamin', rich

I'm just tryin' to chase some wealth

Forty cal, glock and this

And I tote it myself

**** get to bangin'

I will bang this bitch myself

What you know about them two door shits with no tops

Totin' sandals on, might drive it with no socks

What the fuck you expect, a **** used to sell rocks

Hit the interstate and I'm runnin' with them blocks

I'm talkin' push button start, no need for keys

We ain't like them other ****, baby, we's is cheese

Yeah, that good life

Get along with G Armani

Speakin' Italiani

Spend my thirty stacks

In a weekend down in Milano, yeah

Yeah, we'll party with mamacitas

We don't wear them Rollies

Less them rose gold  or yellow

Damn, there's about to be a scene tonight

When we pull up in them things tonight

Yellow gold and diamond rings tonight

We're livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

You should dish into that good life

You know you livin' when you livin' 'bout forty floors up

Valet get your car, they gotta let them doors up

Straight to the penthouse, tear them hoes up, ****

Next time them all with you, tell them bitch I said, what's up

Got me a taste of that success and I can't get enough

Mix the haters with the fakers, that shit could be rough

Real talk, man, my mama couldn't pay her bills

No gas in the winter gave me the chills

Posted in the projects, smokin' reefer

Nowadays, **** two tone Cohibas

Yeah, Don P for the pain

Pour up a shot of Avian for the game

Get along with Giamani

Speakin' Italiani

Spend my thirty stacks

And then we can dine in Milano, yeah

Yeah, we'll party with mamacitas

We don't wear them Rollies

Less them rose gold or yellow

Damn, there's about to be a scene tonight

When we pull up in them things tonight

Yellow gold and diamond rings tonight

We're livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

Livin' that good life

You should dish into that good life

From Atlanta all the way to Milano

My **** live a good life forever

We are across the world

You know how we do when them **** fall

From Atlanta all the way to Milano

My bitches live a good life forever

We are across the world

You know how we do when them bitches fall

From Atlanta all the way to Milano

My **** live a good life forever

We are across the world

Across the world

Form Atlanta all the way to Milano

My bitches live a good life forever

We are across the world