Way Of Life
Look right here, this how we gon do this
Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard
And we gon run this for you, ya heard?
Yeah, check it out
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall wit my girlfriends dish out ends
Cause you know it aint trickin if you got it
Copped baby girl what she desired
Its chump change ma, Marijuana skyler
Known what I got up in my styraphone cup - that purple stuff
It was given to me at birth an stuff
So thats why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups
Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs
Cadillac Truck, 28s, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Car show in New York, yall know who wins
Its the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - cant holla
Its that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets
Its the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?
Baby, Im a stunna
I aint gon change it
Dont.. you.. know.. its a way of life?
Mami, do you want it?
Cause Im about to bring it
Oh baby, cant stop the stun, no, no
Pop one, pop two with the blue Nike shoes
Royal blue jag on em 22s
Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac Truck on em 23s
Im the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these, naked women that pop Champaign
And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name then you know my game
Its Lil Whoody from the Hot Block where seris flow
Gotta get dough, chall wont feel me blow
But, yall dont hear me though
Til Im rolling down my window where my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24s
Word, rims poking out the side of the err
Glock, have ya rims poking out the side of your shirt
Im a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf
Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so...
Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though
We smoke stinky stinky dro
And we dont cop them incy wincy os
And we dont stop, nah, we blow
Fuck the pee-ple
Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo
Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy
See they think cause I stay English turn
That stunna dont ever OZ to burn
I go in each sto and ball like a dog
Me and my niggs ball like a dog
Cars on my 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
Yo, there it is, ya lil low life
See, Im a professional - you a rookie
Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy
Thats some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that
Who we rollin wit?
We rollin wit Cash Money
Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace!
I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property
Just a mind game
Piece of mind, ya know
Piece of something, motherfucker!