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)