The Lyfestyle - Young M.A

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