Rick Ross, Loyd, street life Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, it's all mine Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky Sittin' at this table, why, to take a sore for eye Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (Right) Hoes used to call me small time My clothes ain't know what to call mine No logos or no tags in it No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it Way before my first key My nigga E showed me how to parlay A Z (Good lookin' nigga) I know my mama pullin' overtime Pocket full of dimes so I'm out here pullin' mine Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, it's all mine You can't close shop, not on my block I'm 24/7 like I hop Came from the bottom to the sky box Now a penthouse, you can call me hi-top Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it, homie Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper Just an example by an ex-trapper Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, it's all mine Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days This life and nothin' will ever change that I love the game and we'll never give the game back We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name I got a name, everybody don't die the same Like all dope don't fly the same M I Yayo, boy I buy them thangs It's like the people want me to come fly the plane Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, it's all mine Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, it's all mine Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money, cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, it's all mine

Whip with the peanut butter insides, yeah Dip if you tryna kill a nigga vibe, yeah Slid to the crib, I'm in her insides, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah Your name will never die, lil' homie Woah (Maybach Music) Niggas wanna kill me 'cause I'm rockin' stones (Huh) Diamonds on my neck, I'm in another zone (Huh) Wings on my whip, I pray we meet again (Woo) Jealousy is obvious, no, I don't need a lens Got my homie's name tatted all over my flesh That boy a hustler to the core Got it correct (Huh) Murals of Nipsey (Huh) Reppin' for X (Woo) They wanna wet William, Russian roulette Whip with the peanut butter insides, yeah Dip if you tryna kill a nigga vibe, yeah Slid to the crib, I'm in her insides, yeah She said "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah Whip with the peanut butter insides, yeah Dip if you tryna kill a nigga vibe, yeah Slid to the crib, I'm in her insides, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah (Aye) She said, "Oh my God," I changed her fuckin' life, yeah

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

Biggest in the Game Biggest at the dinner Rozay and Carnage Fat boys in the building Fat boys at the Back Bounce in the buckles Belly's a bubble But the way I'ma fuck you She gon' tell me I love you These niggas keep testing Just a new hole in the desert I'm texting my reverend Please recite Psalms twenty-seven If you seen how I'm living You would think I was a villain Got my niggas deported guilty for making a killing Keep your hands off the cage boy I'm the one to put you on the front page boy Don't see none of these niggas Rozay's repertoire Professions of a hustler I pray I see tomorrow Duffle bags heavy got me on this Ross fit Never catch me slipping cause I keep my marksmen

Maybach Music! There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe And I'm still whipping up a kilo There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in It's P-I Double "L" Professional Shit Kicka Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa Pies flyin out Them zips they grew wings Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking Ground basing jumping over cars they Blake Griffin Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight lifting See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip I can show you how crack flip While I'm loading that Mac clip Catch em loading that mack truck I'll unload til his back drip All I know is I'm stacked up And when I'm back them packs in There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in One Hundred in I'm on my Gucci shit Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich Maserati, boy I got two of them Same color boy I just got two of them 10 Chains see I'm one nigmae nigga I'm a whip it just to spend it nigga Blew a mill ticket One night at King Of Diamonds Me and Puff Daddy Bitch I'm the king of Diamonds Small Change that's what we call that A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat I'm on the mound, I got a pound My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in This that namco yay Pacman what we selling Got these J's chasing rocks Like they chasing power pellets Met this lady named Eselis Say she nag for some terrace But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly And these niggas dancing in these mask don't want stage credit Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready OKAY Then And quit flexing like the soda sack Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks Pink city representa thought I told you that There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in Maybach Music!

Yeah, hoe (Yeah) Yeah (Uh) Yeah, hoe (Yeah) Yeah (Uh) Yeah (Oh) Yeah, hoe Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, hoe (Uh) Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me now Fuck is you kiddin' me? All of my jewelry cost about a hundred thou' Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy Fergie finna lay 'em down Sippin' on Hennessy, hoppin' out Bentley Fuckin' your bitch in the mouth Who am I? (Trap Lord), ayy Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Ayy (Trap Lord), yeah Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Fell in love with a stripper And that is what happened today, ayy Found that bitch on the Insta' And that is the fuck what I say, ayy Told that girl like I finna fly my ass out to LA Girl actin' like she Alpo, put that cake all in my face Flacko cop new 'Rari Told his ass I wanna race VLONE thuggin' with Bari All of my niggas got taste We gon' mosh in the party Get the fuck outta my way Thirty got kick like karate Don't wanna meet the AK (Ayy) Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me now Fuck is you kiddin' me? All of my jewelry cost about a hundred thou' Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy Fergie finna lay'em down Sippin' on Hennessy, hoppin' out Bentley Fuckin' your bitch in the mouth Who am I? (Trap Lord), ayy Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Ayy (Trap Lord), yeah Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Send a couple niggas to your bando (Bando) Send them hot rocks through your sandals, ayy They say I remind them of Rondo (Rondo) Light his ass up like a candle, ayy Fuckin' on her like I'm Alejandro My Dominican bitch is like J.Lo, 'kay Know a couple nigga with the platanos Them banana clips will fuck up your day Pull up to your crib like Domino's Creepin' on a nigga like Cirque De Soleil Man, I need my money pronto I told you time and time ago, I cannot wait This shit feel like I'm in the Congo Run through the jungle like every day Man, I came up on a bando So take that motherfuckin' look off your face Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me now Fuck is you kiddin' me? All of my jewelry cost about a hundred thou' Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy Fergie finna lay'em down Sippin' on Hennessy, hoppin' out Bentley Fuckin' your bitch in the mouth Who am I? (Trap Lord), ayy Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Ayy (Trap Lord), yeah Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now