Way Of Life

Cash money

Cash money

Cash money

Cash money

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins

Hit the mall wit my girlfriends, dish out ends

'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you go it

Copped baby girl what she desired

It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar

Knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup

That purple stuff

It was given to me at birth to stunt

So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups

Hey, hold on mami, them whips on dubs

Cadillac Truck, twenty-eights, no rubs

Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens

Car show in New York, ya'll know who wins

The Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada

Slant back Cup Truck, no rims, can't holla

It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets

It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?

Baby, I'm a stunna

I ain't gon' change it

(I told y'all) Don't you know it's a way of life?

(I told y'all) Mama, do you want it?

'Cause I'm about to bring it

Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoes

Royal blue jag on them 22's

Slip white to green, five hundred degrees

In that Cadillac truck on them 23's

I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame

All these naked women that pop champagne

And these marble floors stay high as Rick James

And if you know my name, then you know my game

It's Lil Whodi from the hot block with serious flow

Gotta get dough, 'cause y'all won't feel me broke

But y'all don't hear me though

Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill is show

And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's

Word, rims pokin' out the side of the err

Glock have your ribs pokin' out the side of your shirt

I'm a 17, ****, and I ride through the turf

Baby, I'm a stunna

I ain't gon' change it

Don't you know it's a way of life?

(I told y'all) Mama, don't you want it?

'Cause I'm about to bring it

Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

Hey, and my pinky glow 'cause my ring is so

Blingy blingy, yo, stop blinkin' though

We smoke stinky stinky 'dro

And we don't cop them incy wincy O's

And we don't stop, nah, we blow

Fuck the people

Everywhere we go, we smell like ick, yo

Bird man, my paw, so that make me go

Fly like an eagle, fasheezy

See, they think 'cause I stay an english turn

That stunna don't ever OZ to burn

I go in Eastover and ball like a dog

Me and my nigs ball like a dog

Cars on the streets, all on the lawn

Ice in my teeth, all on my arm

Tats in my face, my back and my arm

Tats in my face, my back and my arm

Baby, I'm a stunna

(I told y'all) I ain't gon' change it

Don't you know it's a way of life?

Mama, do you want it?

'Cause I'm about to bring it

Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no