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Budda Man & Filbeats - The Life Of Budda Lyrics



Budda Man & Filbeats - The Life Of Budda Lyrics
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Its Seven AM in Vegas
Sippin' this black coffee and shit
In the chair for a hour my barber wetting me up
It's a new year it's time to run it up
Real nigga makin plays inna Bentley truck
This wood my companion it's double stuffed
Have my chauffeur drive the maybach I recline and count it up
Po' it up in water this a double cup
Bad bitchez runnin thru the hotel lobby
I'm hoppin off this G5 i think I found a new hobby
Bank account 6 figures
Heavy tools and foreign equipment
Real nigga I'm stayin consistent
In LA buying wholesale fabrics at the district
Sellin this shit for retail to my niggaz
Plan A that mean I'm standing on business
Buss down VVS on my neck like I'm playin tennis
This bag come in onna daily it's continuous
My mouth foamin in the studio I'm gettin vicious
High school days I was never known for ditching
Had a job though I was just trynna get some chicken
Had to play my position, I'm focused on this mission
Jet got delayed cause of these weather conditions
I feel like Key Glock when it come to this cash
I got ambition I ain't never ask
I'm gettin to a bag focused on the millions
You got me when I was down trynna fight these demons
Ain't no key in this vehicle when I start this ignition
Starin at this money tree
Trynna figure out a way to stack these blues abundantly
Black and White diamonds on my wrist like a refere
Me and Fil back to back this the lottery
Ain't no stopping me I got 200 on the dash
Who on top of me I'm just trynna ask
Fillin up garbage bags like I'm takin out the trash
I'm not satisfied until I see a million cash
I might come in second place but I'm never last
Movin at a high speed I'm goin way too fast
Hand wrapped up I got a injury I'm in the studio rappin inna cast
Spinnin goin crazy on these tracks
I made it too far in this game ain't no such thing as goin back
Ridin round inna all black luxury vehicle
With the double Ms on the back
Recline the seats sip this coffee and relax
I ain't never seen a drought and I don't plan on goin back
The plan always been to make it out
The trenches ain't for the weak I had to show niggaz take a different route
Niggaz grow up poor and turn to the streets
Had to tie my shoes up and put on my cleats
Back to back foreigns like this a fleet
Rolls, Benz, and Beamer tires tearing up the streets
With the forgiato wheels on the feet
This a Cullinan with the leather on the seats
G5 boy flyin high in luxury
Have Chauffeur cruise while I count it up in the back seat
This money keep comin in continuously
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Its Seven AM in Vegas
Sippin' this black coffee and shit
In the chair for a hour my barber wetting me up
It's a new year it's time to run it up
Real nigga makin plays inna Bentley truck
This wood my companion it's double stuffed
Have my chauffeur drive the maybach I recline and count it up
Po' it up in water this a double cup
Bad bitchez runnin thru the hotel lobby
I'm hoppin off this G5 i think I found a new hobby
Bank account 6 figures
Heavy tools and foreign equipment
Real nigga I'm stayin consistent
In LA buying wholesale fabrics at the district
Sellin this shit for retail to my niggaz
Plan A that mean I'm standing on business
Buss down VVS on my neck like I'm playin tennis
This bag come in onna daily it's continuous
My mouth foamin in the studio I'm gettin vicious
High school days I was never known for ditching
Had a job though I was just trynna get some chicken
Had to play my position, I'm focused on this mission
Jet got delayed cause of these weather conditions
I feel like Key Glock when it come to this cash
I got ambition I ain't never ask
I'm gettin to a bag focused on the millions
You got me when I was down trynna fight these demons
Ain't no key in this vehicle when I start this ignition
Starin at this money tree
Trynna figure out a way to stack these blues abundantly
Black and White diamonds on my wrist like a refere
Me and Fil back to back this the lottery
Ain't no stopping me I got 200 on the dash
Who on top of me I'm just trynna ask
Fillin up garbage bags like I'm takin out the trash
I'm not satisfied until I see a million cash
I might come in second place but I'm never last
Movin at a high speed I'm goin way too fast
Hand wrapped up I got a injury I'm in the studio rappin inna cast
Spinnin goin crazy on these tracks
I made it too far in this game ain't no such thing as goin back
Ridin round inna all black luxury vehicle
With the double Ms on the back
Recline the seats sip this coffee and relax
I ain't never seen a drought and I don't plan on goin back
The plan always been to make it out
The trenches ain't for the weak I had to show niggaz take a different route
Niggaz grow up poor and turn to the streets
Had to tie my shoes up and put on my cleats
Back to back foreigns like this a fleet
Rolls, Benz, and Beamer tires tearing up the streets
With the forgiato wheels on the feet
This a Cullinan with the leather on the seats
G5 boy flyin high in luxury
Have Chauffeur cruise while I count it up in the back seat
This money keep comin in continuously
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Writer: Sema’j Lawrence
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Budda Man & Filbeats - The Life Of Budda Video
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Performed By: Budda Man & Filbeats
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Sema’j Lawrence

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