Yvng AJ - Livin' Life Lyrics

Look at my phone got money in play
Finna go make some guap today
Too many broke bois in my way
Get his ass smoked for like 10K
Told my opps betta move around
Tryna stand up we gon knock him down
Black money gang smokin out the pound
Can't think straight cause I'm in the clouds

Smokin on pack got me high ina club
Pass me a wood Ima fire it up
IPhone is right where the iron is tucked
Hop on yo block and I'm lightin it up
Light the shit up like a star in the sky
F*ckin with me hope you ready to die
Got my shottie
I'm iced up not playin hockey

Glasses on my face ran me 600 they Versace lens
I start gettin money then more niggas wanna be my friend
Hoe get out my way lil bitch I'm headed towards some Benjamin's
Bro was in the trap his wrist was spinnin Kawasaki rims

I been ballin so damn brazy makin plays above the rim
Ok pass yo hoe my balls Im Duncan her just like I'm Tim
Why you cryin bout these hoes that I be f*ckin you's a simp
Got new house just paid my bills I'm livin like the game of sims

Im enjoyin what life got to offer
Gotta bad bitch look like summer walker
Won't leave me lone you my lil stalker
Run her mouth bout this n that she's a talker
Why you tryna be like me you imposter
Betta use everything I done taught ya
Doin better eatin steak with some lobster
I got dreadlocks in my head like a rasta
Niggas want me to perform they gotta send me the guap in advance
But if they try to finesse all of my niggas gon hop outta van
Hated on me at the start thought I forgot now you say you a fan
Guess that's part of yo plan but the shit won't work on me man

I dont really care how you feel
I could tell yo ass not real
Tryna sneak diss in the field
223 so yo blood get spilled
Can't spend more time with you
You done held me back that's through
Gotta move on to somethin new
Finna get brand new Bentley Coupe

Look at my phone got money in play
Finna go make some guap today
Too many broke bois in my way
Get his ass smoked for like 10K
Told my opps betta move around
Tryna stand up we gon knock him down
Black money gang smokin out the pound
Can't think straight cause I'm in the clouds

Smokin on pack got me high ina club
Pass me a wood Ima fire it up
IPhone is right where the iron is tucked
Hop on yo block and I'm lightin it up
Light the shit up like a star in the sky
F*ckin with me hope you ready to die
Got my shottie
I'm iced up not playin hockey

Glasses on my face ran me 600 they Versace lens
I start gettin money then more niggas wanna be my friend
Hoe get out my way lil bitch I'm headed towards some Benjamin's
Bro was in the trap his wrist was spinnin Kawasaki rims

I been ballin so damn brazy makin plays above the rim
Ok pass yo hoe my balls Im Duncan her just like I'm Tim
Why you cryin bout these hoes that I be f*ckin you's a simp
Got new house just paid my bills I'm livin like the game of sims

I don't got no plans let's go hit the club tonight
Smokin on this blunt cruisin through Chicago heights
Drama in the club I'm just tryna be polite
Bulldog on my hip pull that bitch out and watch it bite

People start tweakin it's time to leave the venue
Want something to eat let's see what's on the menu
Calamari platter what I would recommend you
And if you low on money I got some I could lend you

Matter fact don't worry bout it you ain't gotta pay me back
You was with me from the jump when I was in and out of traps
Don't turn on yo song around me if it's weak you gettin slapped
Told yo girl unlock the door ain't finna sneak in through the back

Ima pull up on my haters Maserati baby
Livin life and I'm iced up not playin hockey baby