The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
Now i want every bag filled to The rim
Lemme talk my shit
Came in The game with nothing
Now hits on hits i swing now Never miss
Life is bliss
Times is hard
Days and nights im drifting off
Write record I write record
Till I...
Cant say no more
Murder on my mind
And Not the kind u record
Letter to my ex was just a Invoice
Of my time wasted
Im spacing out like the matrix
Murder the writer of
Any opposing affidavit
Im two types of crazy
My bitches far from basic
I make money on my ass like I Called out and used a vacation
Im grovy
Im wavey
Im Tune the fien
I write wit ease
I smoke dank got some of the Loudest p's
I cross my T's and over think the Simplest things...
They gone compare me to Greatness
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
Now i want every bag filled to The rim
Give em melodies... on top of Melodies
These niggas ain't...
Out barin me
I got the sauce peep how a nigga Move now
Rude child
To my music they grove now
Hit the booth and act a fool now
Lookin for my self inside yo Baby mama
When she text me pipe down
I come through and lay the...
That a given
These flows is wicked
Against ya favorite rapper
Talent is competition
And they not competition
Ion see no talent just designer On drug attics
Im not here to judge
Listen i try to out smoke my self For fun
Unload the gun
Now im on the run
They have no leads
No warning shots
My accuracy is on drew brees
Get away car in the cut
Big blunts make it harder to see
Niggas wanna be wrestlers
Imma make em tap wit a sleeper Hold f*ck counting to three
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
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The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
Now i want every bag filled to The rim
Lemme talk my shit
Came in The game with nothing
Now hits on hits i swing now Never miss
Life is bliss
Times is hard
Days and nights im drifting off
Write record I write record
Till I...
Cant say no more
Murder on my mind
And Not the kind u record
Letter to my ex was just a Invoice
Of my time wasted
Im spacing out like the matrix
Murder the writer of
Any opposing affidavit
Im two types of crazy
My bitches far from basic
I make money on my ass like I Called out and used a vacation
Im grovy
Im wavey
Im Tune the fien
I write wit ease
I smoke dank got some of the Loudest p's
I cross my T's and over think the Simplest things...
They gone compare me to Greatness
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
Now i want every bag filled to The rim
Give em melodies... on top of Melodies
These niggas ain't...
Out barin me
I got the sauce peep how a nigga Move now
Rude child
To my music they grove now
Hit the booth and act a fool now
Lookin for my self inside yo Baby mama
When she text me pipe down
I come through and lay the...
That a given
These flows is wicked
Against ya favorite rapper
Talent is competition
And they not competition
Ion see no talent just designer On drug attics
Im not here to judge
Listen i try to out smoke my self For fun
Unload the gun
Now im on the run
They have no leads
No warning shots
My accuracy is on drew brees
Get away car in the cut
Big blunts make it harder to see
Niggas wanna be wrestlers
Imma make em tap wit a sleeper Hold f*ck counting to three
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
Now i want every bag filled to The rim
Lemme talk my shit
Came in The game with nothing
Now hits on hits i swing now Never miss
Life is bliss
Times is hard
Days and nights im drifting off
Write record I write record
Till I...
Cant say no more
Murder on my mind
And Not the kind u record
Letter to my ex was just a Invoice
Of my time wasted
Im spacing out like the matrix
Murder the writer of
Any opposing affidavit
Im two types of crazy
My bitches far from basic
I make money on my ass like I Called out and used a vacation
Im grovy
Im wavey
Im Tune the fien
I write wit ease
I smoke dank got some of the Loudest p's
I cross my T's and over think the Simplest things...
They gone compare me to Greatness
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
Now i want every bag filled to The rim
Give em melodies... on top of Melodies
These niggas ain't...
Out barin me
I got the sauce peep how a nigga Move now
Rude child
To my music they grove now
Hit the booth and act a fool now
Lookin for my self inside yo Baby mama
When she text me pipe down
I come through and lay the...
That a given
These flows is wicked
Against ya favorite rapper
Talent is competition
And they not competition
Ion see no talent just designer On drug attics
Im not here to judge
Listen i try to out smoke my self For fun
Unload the gun
Now im on the run
They have no leads
No warning shots
My accuracy is on drew brees
Get away car in the cut
Big blunts make it harder to see
Niggas wanna be wrestlers
Imma make em tap wit a sleeper Hold f*ck counting to three
The life i live
The life I choose
Money come
And Money go
The bitches come
The bitches dip
I had to trap just help to make Rent
Writer: Tiarell Barksdale
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid