Luxury Life

Lyrics

[Chorus: Birdman] Lugshery price, priceless dice Shoot them every time, nigga, aim on sight Fire, the spitter, Cash Money Young Money, nigga Hustling on the grind withthe 6 figures Pearl white candy, [?] Popping bottles, close the mall, get it in the fall Shining in the dark, this nigga stay strapped Catch me in the cut, counting big stacks [Verse 1: Birdman] Shit, this that high life, fast money, popping every night General, bitch, statis, G flight Broad daylight, [?] sunshine Hit him up overseas, mill everytime Fresh, persion on the new rug Marbel on the tub, bitch, this is Blood love Loyalty of an uptown soldier Cash Money roller Bitch, thought I told ya [?] get the five mics [?] white chrome [?] three strike Always got my strap on me Ride for the dead nigga till i'm dead, homie Fly in any weather, drop another top The block like a block, the watch is a block A brand new ghost, ten on some smoke Hundred on [?] a mill on a [?] Birdman daddy, hustle out the catty Hustle in the rain, get it out the Range 1.5, that's more chips No roof, no ceiling, how we living, bitch [Chorus: Birdman] Lugshery price, priceless dice Shoot them every time, nigga, aim on sight Fire, the spitter, Cash Money Young Money, nigga Hustling on the grind withthe 6 figures Pearl white candy, [?] Popping bottles, close the mall, get it in the fall Shining in the dark, this nigga stay strapped Catch me in the cut, counting big stacks [Verse 2: Mack Maine] One million, two million, three Oh, it's my part John [?] the game, I give you niggas my heart No suit and tie, I give you bitches the Business Realest niggas alive, and the lord is my wittness I just ride and get blunted, Stunna call me 100 If it ain't 'bout money, then I ain't fucking coming I'm on the frontline, and I ain't fucking running No butterflys in my stomach, zero percent woman Hundred percent man, zero percent Stan It's no ceilings, nigga, so I'm no fan Check the program, I get your girl in the the crib real quick, I have her grinding to a slow jam You don't know, fam Look, nigga, we grinding All white Porshes, all white diamonds All white forses, all white T's And I ain't smiling for shit, you don't see my white teeth I give a fuck if you bitch niggas don't like me You mad 'cause you ain't like me It's unlikely that you will ever be like me So do the right thing, nigga, follow like Spike Lee Follow like Twitter, don't be a stalker I'm in that Bentley swerving, like Tony Parker Probably with Roxy, hoping TMZ ain't caught us Young Money Cash Money, look at where it brought us All across the gloab, brauding our horizons Million niggas follow me, like I'm with Verizon In this I was born, boy, I wasn't sworn I represent the No like VP represent the [?] I said a lot, but I got more shit to say And I'm hungry like my bitch ain't feel like cooking today So all you niggas that's scaring, better say your hail marys No clowns in us, no Tom and Jerry [Chorus: Birdman] Lugshery price, priceless dice Shoot them every time, nigga, aim on sight Fire, the spitter, Cash Money Young Money, nigga Hustling on the grind withthe 6 figures Pearl white candy, [?] Popping bottles, close the mall, get it in the fall Shining in the dark, this nigga stay strapped Catch me in the cut, counting big stacks