Life's a Trip

I can't be stuck thinking about a bitch
I can't be stuck thinking about a bitch

I can't be stuck thinking about a bitch yea, aye (Yeaaaa)
All I want are diamonds on my wrist yea, aye (On my wrist, yea)
I've been so high I swear life's been a trip yea, aye
I've been going hard I just wanna be rich yea, aye (I just wanna be rich)
I can't be stuck thinking about a bitch yea, aye (No I can't)
Fuck around throw a band like at the strip yea, aye (Haaaa)
I got respect with some killers and some crips yea, aye (And some crips yea)
Thirty hoes in rotation I feel like a pimp yea, aye (Yea, yea, yea!)

I was at my lowest I thought I was a goner, yea (Oooh)
I don't even know who still be fucking with Shotta, yea (Yea)
All these bitches be doing is popping their pussy for a dollar, yea (For a dollar)
All these people hating but I know I'm their favorite artist, yea
Seven blunts deep today getting high is the motto (Is the motto)
I'm smoking OG cookie no baby this is not gelato, yea (Ahhhhh)
Sipping paint away, yeah, like right out of the Moscato, yea (Yea)
Two hundred blunts on my desk like I'm from Colorado, yea

I can't be stuck thinking about a bitch yea, aye (Yeaaaa)
All I want are diamonds on my wrist yea, aye (On my wrist, yea)
I've been so high I swear life's been a trip yea, aye
I've been going hard I just wanna be rich yea, aye (I just wanna be rich)
I can't be stuck thinking about a bitch yea, aye (No I can't)
Fuck around throw a band like at the strip yea, aye (Haaaa)
I got respect with some killers and some crips yea, aye (And some crips yea)
Thirty hoes in rotation I feel like a pimp yea, aye (Yea, yea, yea!)

Yea, aye (Yeaaaaa)
Yea, aye (Yeaaaaa)
Yea, aye (Yeaaaaa)
Yea, aye



Credits
Writer(s): Redd Shotta
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