Intro

Ayo, look...
Aye, every now and then...
I can, uh, you know...
I can be on my gentleman shit, you feel me?
So in case you ladies was wondering, nahmean, I'm not all thug - I mean, like, everybody got a soft spot, you feel me?
So, you know, I got a couple things I wanna tell y'all, nahmean...
Sound like a dream right now but, uh, I promise it's gone happen...
They say I got a bright future


Hook

This is the life [sustain]
Got the money and the cars and a beautiful woman by my side
This is the life [sustain] (Grab your girl if you feel like I do [sustain])
Everybody in the club popping bottles tonight 'cause it's such a beautiful life [sustain]


Verse 1

Look...
I can be the man you wanna stay datin' - take you on vacation, supposed to be the only one you need playdates with
Paint the pic somethin' beautiful and you should know the money is nothin', the itinerary's the queue to go - of course you can be pampered, maybe get your nails did...
Couture fashion - Gucci, Louis, Chanel shit
And coppin' you the finest Kush til the smell stick - and lines a nigga ringing your bell with
Just let me have control periodically...
And I can show you how to live like you never had a dose of mediocrity
Hands on the prodigy, honestly you don't bother me
Mind over money, don't matter is my philosophy - I don't need your apologies
Cost never been a factor
Matter fact, I'm a boss and your benefactor
Never been an actor - it's real, not a dream
Yo, who you know without a deal but a lot cream (Mami, you can be a queen!)
Life's like the lottery, gambling when you lie to me
Honesty is part of the game, so never try to cheat...
Hit the islands, water's far as the eye can see - the weather's clear as predicted, no prophesy
Globetrotter team, you can see your friends jealous
No stopping us, ignoring what your friends tell us - obviously over zealous
You don't gotta believe but guaranteed we going, just let the hook sell it
Let's go...


Verse 2

Whoa!
I can see the way your eyes show your feelings
Money long, house tall - chea! Looking like it got no ceiling
Put the keys in your pocket and dash, your holiday came early, so you peek in the stockin' - it's cash
Couple grams, a gold bracelet, chains, and a lot of diamonds
Cancun for a week, then the private island
Foot massage and a drink - when I climb inside it, I make you hoarse for a week - so remain silent
Listen
I got the bed with the pillow top, rug on the oak floor stretch til the window stop, rock on your middle finger - blind when you flip 'em off
Jaws on the floor, mad niggas wanna get the draws
That's me though, call me your bambino
Big in the right places, throwing these damn C-notes
I ain't a singer but one is part of my camp, we know
Everybody you love on the scene though [You ready, ma? Okay, catch up!]
We can start in Italy gripping the Maserati, dinner by Gordon Ramsey, finest silk on your body, copped a Bugatti
Stopping in San Tropez
Cheval Blanc or Penfolds - if that's okay
You get the tablet, smartphone, laptop, Bluetooth, Worldstar
Twitter, Facebook, Youtube
I like to spend like I got a few screws loose - you can have whatever you like whenever you like [Come on, tell 'her]