Lifestyle
Exotic Lifestyle it ain't nothing bout me Basic
Your bitch want me to lick her (Liquor) on codeine so I won't chase her
Yeah Yeah we paid got my pockets on Lil Baby
Smoke the opps to ashes like they bodies got cremated
Exotic Lifestyle it ain't nothing bout me Basic
Your bitch want me to lick her (Liquor) on codeine so I won't chase her
Yeah Yeah we paid got my pockets on Lil Baby
Smoke the opps to ashes like they bodies got cremated
I'm in Saint Laurent still got my nine like Drew Brees
Ain't talking bill wethers but you know that lean on me
She call me Rodrick Davis cause I got Gucci's on my feet
Pull in Aston Martins she got the big head like Gina
In the yo with moneybags, I'm counting Jackson's on the beat
Plug taxing in the drought he Uncle Sam with them keys
Catch'em at the red light my shooters going for that green
They got the hood lit trap still jumping like a jamboree
Fiji water in my diamonds now I'm dripping vvs
If you reach off with neck you make the list ain't talking dean's
If you reach my slimes still a wipe your nose if you sneeze
All my soldiers know is war so they'll never leave they peace(Piece)
Your bitch want me to lick her (Liquor) on codeine so I won't chase her
Yeah Yeah we paid got my pockets on Lil Baby
Smoke the opps to ashes like they bodies got cremated
Exotic Lifestyle it ain't nothing bout me Basic
Your bitch want me to lick her (Liquor) on codeine so I won't chase her
Yeah Yeah we paid got my pockets on Lil Baby
Smoke the opps to ashes like they bodies got cremated
I'm in Saint Laurent still got my nine like Drew Brees
Ain't talking bill wethers but you know that lean on me
She call me Rodrick Davis cause I got Gucci's on my feet
Pull in Aston Martins she got the big head like Gina
In the yo with moneybags, I'm counting Jackson's on the beat
Plug taxing in the drought he Uncle Sam with them keys
Catch'em at the red light my shooters going for that green
They got the hood lit trap still jumping like a jamboree
Fiji water in my diamonds now I'm dripping vvs
If you reach off with neck you make the list ain't talking dean's
If you reach my slimes still a wipe your nose if you sneeze
All my soldiers know is war so they'll never leave they peace(Piece)
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Writer(s): Vincent Spencer
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