The Lyfestyle

Woo
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 Woo
 Ayo man, I feel like I've been humble too long, man
 I'm too humble, man (woo)
 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 (woo)
 Hot sauce on the Ruffles (woo)
 Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
 .30 Glock, we a couple (brr)
 More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (woo)
 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 (woo)
 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 (grr)
 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 (woo)
 Hot sauce on the Ruffles (woo)
 Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
 .30 Glock, we a couple (grr)
 More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (woo)
 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 (woo)
 Hot sauce on the Ruffles (woo)
 Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
 .30 Glock, we a couple (grr)
 More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (woo)