Testo The lyfestyle Young M.A.

The lyfestyle

Woo
Woo
Eyo man, I feel like I've been humble too long
I'm too humble, man
Fuck all that humble shit

Uh, fuck being humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it's back to the hustle
Fuck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle
Hot sauce on the Ruffles
Gang gang out the jungle
.30 Glock, we a couple
More money, more trouble
Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel

Gotta get it by any means
Barely hope but got plenty of dreams
Turtle to a rabbit
Even when I walk, still in the lead
You lil' niggas better take it ease
Treatin' life like baby boy
Give her head then I take the keys
Bend the block like she bend her knees

My presence speak for me, I ain't even gotta say a word
My hitters sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word
Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruze, couldn't play the curb
The game will teach you a lot but you gotta play to learn

Paper cuts when I count it up
Skyscrapers when I pile it up
Double cup when I brown it up
I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up
I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up
I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up
I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up

Fuck being humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it's back to the hustle
Fuck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle
Hot sauce on the Ruffles
Gang gang out the jungle
.30 Glock, we a couple
More money, more trouble
Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel

I'm motivation for my people
Yeah, we different but we equal
Eye to eye with the real
The fake niggas, I can see through
I hate payin' bills
Yeah, I'm rich but I'm cheap, too
Food stamps out the Key Foods
Oh well, man, that's free food

I can't change
I can't change my ways
Yes my wrist lit
Yes, I'm rich bitch
And that's word to Rick James
I stay in my lane
I drink 'way my pain
Matter a fact, pass me that bottle
I need to pour up

Fuck being humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it's back to the hustle

Fuck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle
Hot sauce on the Ruffles
Gang gang out the jungle
.30 Glock, we a couple
More money, more trouble
Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel