This Is The Life (feat. TJ Boyce)

4Thirty

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    Street dreams are made of these
    Who am I to disagree

    24's on a Chevrolet
    Peanut butter inside
    Drunk then a muthafucka'
    I'm a let my bitch drive
    Steering the wheel
    I want her to see just how a rich nigga feel
    On tha real
    For real

    I got my mind on my money
    Money on my mind
    Left hand on the wheel
    Otha on my nine
    Can you picture this
    Ballin on the real motion picture shit
    Autographs red carpets everybody taking flicks

    Nah h-town where you at
    Took a trip cross the world in a coupe deville lac
    Let'em let'em feel that
    Look I'm off in the wind
    Let's get this money get this money
    Got some paper to spend
    Shake it for me shake it for me

    Whether you trappin on tha block
    Or you work a 9 to 5
    Get your money
    Stack your paper
    Keep a hustle on the side
    Go gettas keep it movin
    Let them hatas do they job
    Drop the top down on ya ride
    Show ya grill when you smile
    And tell em

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    This is tha life
    I'm livin it up(aaao)
    It's all that I know
    I can't get enough(yea this is the life)
    Street dreams are made of these (aaao)
    Who am I to disagree (yea this is the life)

    Paper Paper
    The only thing my minds on
    Steady clockin in my own damn time zone
    Let's leave the troubles behind
    Smile momma I made it
    On this ladder
    And I'm destined to climb

    To the sky
    To the sky
    It's a bird
    It's a plane
    4thirty wilding like we won a championship game (cheers)
    I'm just happy that we made it here
    Blow tha smoke tell dem hoes this is our year

    Nah tell me whatcha think about it
    Got 6 4's on hydrolics
    Followed by dem big denali's
    Ruff riding on decati's (hey)
    Get ya money there's a hunid ways
    We ain't tripping cause our money made

    Riding by fast on the feeder fuck the interstate
    84's white wall tires on that 88
    Alpine music bumping sounding like a earthquake
    Knocking pictures off the wall rims spinning both ways

    In my three point stands
    Straight up off of the block
    4thirty be the gang
    Rahddy pass me the rock
    Got a pocket full of gwop
    Chopping blades in my drop
    Crank the heat up just a notch
    Hold up chris that's way to hot
    Way to hot

    Wipe me down
    I'm on
    How ya like me now
    Rastafaron
    I am soaring
    Some where in the clouds
    What kind of dro did pro just pass to me
    Yea
    It got me higher then giraffe pussy
    Yea

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