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 (glit)

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 kween, nigga, crown me up (huh?)

I'm a kween, nigga, crown me up (huh?)

I'm a kween, nigga, crown me up (huh?)

I'm a kween, 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)