The Life

Yeah
 It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta
 Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing
 How Fly, yeah
 Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me
 I ain't have no pot to piss in now im checking bags
 Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads
 Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags
 I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear
 About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask
 Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead
 Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land
 I tell her whoa, slow down baby
 The Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady
 You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets
 A couple of paper planes
 Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves
 Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages, yeah
 If you smoke then roll up and play this
 Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is
 She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor
 Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know
 Gain access to exculsive places I go
 Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose
 But I wouldn't change it for nothing
 Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage
 Better to be somebody for one day
 Then to be a nobody for your whole life so fuck it
 Yeah get the cork out the bottles
 Put the purp in the easy wider
 Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em
 A case of mistaken identity
 My bad fool I could of swore I brought this one in with me
 In the cinnamon interior
 Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine
 Hijacking your women, you left her unattended
 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour
 The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered
 Sharp as blades, these bars I lay
 Forever the player and never played
 I slay them bitches I never save
 Bomb ass trees they get blazed
 Palm trees we use them for the shade
 What else can I say I got it made
 Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah
 
 Yeah
 It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta
 Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing
 How Fly, yeah
 Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me
 I ain't have no pot to piss in now im checking bags
 Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads
 Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags
 I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear
 About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask
 Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead
 Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land
 I tell her whoa, slow down baby
 The Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady
 You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets
 A couple of paper planes
 Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves
 Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages, yeah
 If you smoke then roll up and play this
 Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is
 She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor
 Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know
 Gain access to exculsive places I go
 Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose
 But I wouldn't change it for nothing
 Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage
 Better to be somebody for one day
 Then to be a nobody for your whole life so fuck it
 Yeah get the cork out the bottles
 Put the purp in the easy wider
 Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em
 A case of mistaken identity
 My bad fool I could of swore I brought this one in with me
 In the cinnamon interior
 Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine
 Hijacking your women, you left her unattended
 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour
 The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered
 Sharp as blades, these bars I lay
 Forever the player and never played
 I slay them bitches I never save
 Bomb ass trees they get blazed
 Palm trees we use them for the shade
 What else can I say I got it made
 Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah
 
 Yeah
 It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta
 Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing
 How Fly, yeah
 Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me
 I ain't have no pot to piss in now im checking bags
 Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads
 Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags
 I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear
 About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask
 Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead
 Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land
 I tell her whoa, slow down baby
 The Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady
 You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets
 A couple of paper planes
 Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves
 Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages, yeah
 If you smoke then roll up and play this
 Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is
 She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor
 Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know
 Gain access to exculsive places I go
 Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose
 But I wouldn't change it for nothing
 Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage
 Better to be somebody for one day
 Then to be a nobody for your whole life so fuck it
 Yeah get the cork out the bottles
 Put the purp in the easy wider
 Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em
 A case of mistaken identity
 My bad fool I could of swore I brought this one in with me
 In the cinnamon interior
 Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine
 Hijacking your women, you left her unattended
 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour
 The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered
 Sharp as blades, these bars I lay
 Forever the player and never played
 I slay them bitches I never save
 Bomb ass trees they get blazed
 Palm trees we use them for the shade
 What else can I say I got it made
 Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah