Glamorous Lifestyle

Lyrics

[Chorus: The Jacka] I know you see me right here every time you drive by But truth to admit you don't ever ask why You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars You wanna live life with a rich rockstar Everybody know us, everybody know y'all I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call [Verse 1: The Jacka] Why you tryna front, girl? You know you ain't ready I be in the hood every day with my family (Yee) We the mafia, summer love gon' get me I'm a animal, most of my clothes don't fit me Hangin' off my ass, but we pull up in a Bentley Nobody ever laugh 'cause we always been the niggas All I ever wanted was to see what was in ya I'm the Jack, ice cold mack from the Figaz Locked in the county, shared my cell with a killer All he ever said was Jack, I never heard a nigga realer Fat shout out to the four XIV gorillas All my niggas doin' life, do what I can to make it better [Chorus: The Jacka] I know you see me right here every time you drive by But truth to admit you don't ever ask why You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars You wanna live life with a rich rockstar Everybody know us, everybody know y'all I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call [Verse 2: The Jacka] You know you love the Jack, I'm right here 'Bout to dip out, set my Six in gear See the tree smoke, ain't no tints on there Tryna find the Hus, nigga, all white pair Of the Gucci Loafs but they never know where Go pop my new shit, hop in the Chev' Sit so motherfuckin' high it ain't fair Never seen my clothes before and my shoes rare You could hit the mall, but you never find 'em there, no Waiting on the jump-off, yeah, yeah 'Bout to make a drop-off, yo, yo This block shit is all I know, know [Chorus: The Jacka] I know you see me right here every time you drive by But truth to admit you don't ever ask why You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars You wanna live life with a rich rockstar Everybody know us, everybody know y'all I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call [Verse 3: Andre Nikatina] My lifestyle baybee like a S500 Gather up your friends, jump in and I'ma gun it Then give me ten minutes and my Glock talk hit ya Andre Nickatina in your camera phone picture I watch as the wheels rotate, break down a eighth The color of my sneaker is the color of my face I wear my wife beater like a banger My rap style freak got one up in the chamber [Chorus: The Jacka] I know you see me right here every time you drive by But truth to admit you don't ever ask why You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars You wanna live life with a rich rockstar Everybody know us, everybody know y'all I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call [Outro] You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy