So much fun, so many bitches got so much guns So much mon so much money got so much mon So much fun so much funny have so much fun So much fun someone give me money, they owed me one Yea live my life middle fingers up till the day I die Bad bitch gone cry what could I tell shawty gone tell lies Yea I'm in a 2 door coupe smash through the roof yea bitch gone fly Live my life middle fingers up till the day I die Yea we have so much Yea we have so many so much Smash her from the back I'ma soul crush They gone copy me all day, it's what it shows us Made 40 million this year, that ain't even from the shows bitch If she cold, put Chanel on her toes then If she go, let her go, ships sailed then Percs on the side I'ma crush I'ma hit from the side I'ma walking dub living my life You a walking L living a lie We could bet 1 mil' on a high I copped brain on the plane to Dubai Porsche only got 2 seats baby, fingering the twat while we drive Got pinstriped Gucci like a zebra baby Got Chrome Hearts glasses they can't see me baby Yea I'ma fuck yo shawty with no hesitation Yea I'ma get high this ain't no celebration Go ahead open yo eyes wide we on the television Yea I'm on the ketamine high really boosting my life, yea I'm really living life on the double vision You could never put me in a box, you could never take me in I won't ever be inside a penitentiary Yea I'ma live my life I'ma live my life every day that I live is on a new vacation Ketamine now and fucking on bitches I found out really was my medication Yea, yea I'm Buddha, lil' bitch yea I'm meditating Yea live my life middle fingers up till the day I die Bad bitch gone cry what could I tell shawty gone tell lies Yea I'm in a 2 door coupe smash through the roof yea bitch gone fly Live my life middle fingers up till the day I die The money, it's under the table Front us a band just like some old gum Five fingers, he chatting I'm counting these bands On God, I need some more thumbs Got a boat on my neck and a house on my wrist, you know we got more than four guns I just fingered your bitch to give you a warning My nigga ain't even want to fuck These Rick Owens, my nigga, not yours I got racks on my hips and my butt Bitch from Philly, I call her a nut I got blues in my hands, uh huh I might run through your block with a 50, my nigga, get powered just like a rhinoceros I'm allergic to broke hoes and nigga be sneezing, put diamonds all up in my nostril I got all type of bitches with bundles of weed, but fuck it, I might just go natural I'm a whole different sweeper, bitch, up in these streets, ain't never had picked up a spatula Yea live my life middle fingers up till the day I die Bad bitch gone cry what could I tell shawty gone tell lies Yea I'm in a 2 door coupe smash through the roof yea bitch gone fly Live my life middle fingers up till the day I die