LIFESTYLE (feat. Yung Boi Rob)
Joji
Life so crazy when I think about my past (My past)
Run it up while I'm doing the dash
Add the money up just like its math
Ride around dressed in all black
Christian Dior for my hoes
And that hoe stay on the pole
And my niggas be all on the road
Billie Jean
She not my lover
Just another girl undercover
Tryna get the dough
She on the road
And she on go
Yea she stay on go (Yea)
Stay on go
If nigga gotta touch you I get that pole
Brrrp brrp go
Where the fuck them niggas at
I don't know
I gotta keep my mouth quiet
I gotta keep my mouth silent
Hop in the whip we all ridin
Turn the music on we all vibin (Like yea)
The police try to flick us we won't say nothing
We pull up to the party shoot up the function
And I'm just tryna make that money need commas
Don't give a fuck about these niggas Presidential Obama
Goddam she on go again
Goddam she go bring her friends
And me tone go buss em down
Baby be prepared for some rounds (Yea)
She be moaning like she Lisa or somethin
I don't care about you I don't need nothin
Eat the pussy like it's pizza or somethin
She getting freaky man let's get into somethin (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Let's go party with my nigga Ghost
Then go hit the road
In the Rarri back to back
Tour bus with all the hoes
And she slidin down the pole
Tryna fuck on all the bro's
And I with my nigga Camo and Yung Boi (Whoa)
Life so crazy when I think about my past (My past)
Run it up while I'm doing the dash
Add the money up just like its math
Ride around dressed in all black
Christian Dior for my hoes
And that hoe stay on the pole
And my niggas be all on the road
Billie Jean
She not my lover
Just another girl undercover
Tryna get the dough
She on the road
And she on go
Yea she stay on go (Yea)
Stay on go
If nigga gotta touch you I get that pole
Brrrp brrp go
Where the fuck them niggas at
I don't know
I gotta keep my mouth quiet
I gotta keep my mouth silent
Hop in the whip we all ridin
Turn the music on we all vibin (Like yea)
The police try to flick us we won't say nothing
We pull up to the party shoot up the function
And I'm just tryna make that money need commas
Don't give a fuck about these niggas Presidential Obama
Goddam she on go again
Goddam she go bring her friends
And me tone go buss em down
Baby be prepared for some rounds (Yea)
She be moaning like she Lisa or somethin
I don't care about you I don't need nothin
Eat the pussy like it's pizza or somethin
She getting freaky man let's get into somethin (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Let's go party with my nigga Ghost
Then go hit the road
In the Rarri back to back
Tour bus with all the hoes
And she slidin down the pole
Tryna fuck on all the bro's
And I with my nigga Camo and Yung Boi (Whoa)
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Slone
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