I Wanna Live
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I'm tryna run my money up, I'm tryna die slow
My uncle knew I was a star, he call me maestro
I'm blowin' jet fuel pack, I blow nitro
I'm tryna pull the roof back and live life, though
I wanna peel off in the coupe like grapefruit
I ain't fuckin' with that ho, that bitch straight swoop
She just wan' me come and hit it like I'm Babe Ruth
She just wanna come and eat me like Baby Ruth
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I sacrificed, I risked my life, I love this shit, I'd do it twice
That boy just came back home from jail, he clutchin' already
So many days, so many nights, I got a chop, earned my stripes
I pour my soul out in the mic, I hope God hear me
I'm goin' in, ain't got no friends, I keep it all business
Can't none of these bitches hold it down, but they all pretty
I'm tryna get up out the streets, I want a hundred milly
I want my diamonds on fleek, I'm tryna be litty
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I'm tryna run my money up, I'm tryna die slow
My uncle knew I was a star, he call me maestro
I'm blowin' jet fuel pack, I blow nitro
I'm tryna pull the roof back and live life, though
I wanna peel off in the coupe like grapefruit
I ain't fuckin' with that ho, that bitch straight swoop
She just wan' me come and hit it like I'm Babe Ruth
She just wanna come and eat me like Baby Ruth
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I sacrificed, I risked my life, I love this shit, I'd do it twice
That boy just came back home from jail, he clutchin' already
So many days, so many nights, I got a chop, earned my stripes
I pour my soul out in the mic, I hope God hear me
I'm goin' in, ain't got no friends, I keep it all business
Can't none of these bitches hold it down, but they all pretty
I'm tryna get up out the streets, I want a hundred milly
I want my diamonds on fleek, I'm tryna be litty
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls-Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I wanna live, I wanna chill, I want a bunch of things
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Workman, Denisia Andrews, Brittany Coney, Bill Kapri
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