Beautiful Life All Stars (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

This is how we do, this is how we do, every day on L.A. (Harlem)

This is how we do, this is how we do

Slow bomb, don't play (Yonkers)

Check, check, check it out

Check, check, check it out

I slime, you slime

I slime, you slime (Uh, uh, slime)

It's the V-A-D-O

Beautiful lifestyle, lock you down, no CO

Find me in the cut like a Cesar, I be low

They know who I be, though (Yes), pushing P more than the P-O

Ayo Brook', let's G-O

It's Y-O, thigh-high boot to the knee flow

Show you how to win 'cause with me, I'm a cheat code

That move by the G code

Big bridge stepper, my feet gold, uh (Woo)

The son goddess and Titos

Buckets that came fully (Uh-huh)

Nigo Bape hoodie (Uh-huh)

Vibing to A Boogie (What you say, king?)

I ain't Woody, I been underpaid like my name, "Cook me"

For real, though

I don't want you to call me, "Mary" if you my boo thang (Why?)

Depend how I feel, I got many mood swings

Two chains swing on my neck, a necklace and a few rings (Yes)

Ooh, wait, the queen of R&B in this new game (Yes)

New Range, the wavy color lens with the new frames (Yes)

Bottega Veneta net if the shoe game (That's right)

My calm addin' more to them commas (Uh)

Actin' up like Wanda (Uh-huh)

Act cute if you wanna (Ooh)

Agrabana, pack up, Gabbana

PJ on the runway, need me some LaTonya (Uh, huh)

All you girls new to the mic, make sure they schoolin' you right

Said, this a beautiful life, like

Yeah, this beautiful ice, so penny your watch

Don't jump in the frying pan if you ain't ready to pop (Uh-uh)

Fifty-seven Scaletti, I Parelli the stocks

The wealthiest yachts, let's live to confetti is dropped

No girl did me wrong that I ain't do wrong first (Word)

Heart may be strong, but being strong hurts (Uh)

You could pray for love, but be in the wrong church (Uh-huh)

Shit get carried away, could leave in a long hearse (Look)

Look, get you a girl that could facilitate

Loyalty over love, quickly to demonstrate (Yes)

Whatever you do for them, they can reciprocate (Yes)

Build with a real one, call it real estate

It be those pretty memories

My enemy gone into infinity

Too much pride and dignity

You did the most, I'm ghost, don't need your sympathy

Nor need your empathy, ****, try forgettin' me

I think of Butta every single time that I perform

And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne

It's hard to tell if **** jealous if they never met us

I don't know if I gotta take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher

Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message

When you feel it in your bones, the only time you regret it

Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad

Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag

But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the— ha

I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong

Hate that I met her, even though I know she knew me better

Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes

Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too

I pray to God for all this money that I ran through

You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too

Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún

It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through

On a PJ, me and all my damn goons

I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon

Baby, do right, goin' back to back in Phantoms

I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein

The big body heavy, it needed two lanes

Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things

One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey

Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything

A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby

Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty

Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby

I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby

It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately

Hoes and these streets got me so cold hearted lately

Too soon, this lifestyle too soon

And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone

Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold

Got you them precise cut diamonds, they got a ringtone

And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh

And that SF90 ain't got no legroom

She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil

Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friends too

I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil

I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone

We started off with True Religions with the Balmain

Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin

I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong

I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone

The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own

They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us

The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up

**** call for me and I don't even pick my phone up

Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one

They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us