So much fun, so many bitches got so much guns
So much mon so much money got so much mon
So much fun so much funny have so much fun
So much fun someone give me money, they owed me one
Yea live my life middle fingers up till the day I die
Bad bitch gone cry what could I tell shawty gone tell lies
Yea I'm in a 2 door coupe smash through the roof yea bitch gone fly
Live my life middle fingers up till the day I die
Yea we have so much
Yea we have so many so much
Smash her from the back I'ma soul crush
They gone copy me all day, it's what it shows us
Made 40 million this year, that ain't even from the shows bitch
If she cold, put Chanel on her toes then
If she go, let her go, ships sailed then
Percs on the side I'ma crush I'ma hit from the side
I'ma walking dub living my life
You a walking L living a lie
We could bet 1 mil' on a high
I copped brain on the plane to Dubai
Porsche only got 2 seats baby, fingering the twat while we drive
Got pinstriped Gucci like a zebra baby
Got Chrome Hearts glasses they can't see me baby
Yea I'ma fuck yo shawty with no hesitation
Yea I'ma get high this ain't no celebration
Go ahead open yo eyes wide we on the television
Yea I'm on the ketamine high really boosting my life, yea I'm really living life on the double vision
You could never put me in a box, you could never take me in I won't ever be inside a penitentiary
Yea I'ma live my life I'ma live my life every day that I live is on a new vacation
Ketamine now and fucking on bitches I found out really was my medication
Yea, yea I'm Buddha, lil' bitch yea I'm meditating
Yea live my life middle fingers up till the day I die
Bad bitch gone cry what could I tell shawty gone tell lies
Yea I'm in a 2 door coupe smash through the roof yea bitch gone fly
Live my life middle fingers up till the day I die
The money, it's under the table
Front us a band just like some old gum
Five fingers, he chatting I'm counting these bands
On God, I need some more thumbs
Got a boat on my neck and a house on my wrist, you know we got more than four guns
I just fingered your bitch to give you a warning My nigga ain't even want to fuck
These Rick Owens, my nigga, not yours
I got racks on my hips and my butt
Bitch from Philly, I call her a nut
I got blues in my hands, uh huh
I might run through your block with a 50, my nigga, get powered just like a rhinoceros
I'm allergic to broke hoes and nigga be sneezing, put diamonds all up in my nostril
I got all type of bitches with bundles of weed, but fuck it, I might just go natural
I'm a whole different sweeper, bitch, up in these streets, ain't never had picked up a spatula
Yea live my life middle fingers up till the day I die
Bad bitch gone cry what could I tell shawty gone tell lies
Yea I'm in a 2 door coupe smash through the roof yea bitch gone fly
Live my life middle fingers up till the day I die
