2 Chainz - Livin (feat. IAMSU)

[Verse 1] Good head get your rent paid, Then I cut a corner like a switch blade Bitch made nigga talking shit about her Got a red car so I bought a red bottom Chillin' at the game sitting courtside You're looking at the flyest nigga on the boat ride Low life I'm a multi nigga fo' life Oh my, had it up to here like a bow tie, Cut it out sold drugs out my mommas house So for mothers day, I bought my mom a house Chillin' in the club standing on the couch Nigga fuck yo couch, nigga nigga fuck yo couch! Shoes cost more than that shit anyway Any day, when the semi spray, better penetrate *Brrraaatt* Better duck nigga! Got a lake in my yard filled with ducks nigga! [Hook] I'm just livin' baby, and you got that right I'm just livin' baby, and my Jordans nice I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin' I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin' [Verse 2] Motherfuck the other side (Motherfuck the other side) Motherfuck the other side (Motherfuck the other side) Everything's official my pistol's just missin missles As far as running game my nigga a whistle My nigga I need your sister, oops, I don't think that came out Still fuck a girl with my chain out Still do my thing with my thing out Long ass clip, I could shoot you without aiming My life, your motherfucking entertainment Dangerous, leave you with the angels, Hit yo' ass from all types of angels, explain this The way I lived with a just bunch of niggas and then just me They came close and [?] They tried to run and I said come back If you're alone then they're about to Womack Hold that, ridin' that Phantom down [?] Nigga said what up pimp, where the hoes at? [Hook] [Verse 3 - IAmSu] Ride around on my side of town, you might fuck around and get peeled I rock Mookie, rock Y3, got Bathing Apes on my heels Nigga this ain't a game there ain't no competition I knew he was a fake I got good intuition 23 and I'm still livin', Been all around the world and it's still Richmond Because I'm loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil, Got me in that water, let it boil Bitch I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy Consider your bitch my employ' Real to the core, straight up I never been fraud, And I put that on my lord Ya'll rap 'bout clothes that you cannot afford Where's the Versace and where's the Tom Ford? Everything we rap 'bout that shit be ours This bitch a freak she should get the award [Hook]