D.A. Doman - Ferrari Lifestyle lyrics

[Hook: Trey Songz] Ferrari Lifestyle Tell the haters I'm sorry I'm pa**ing them on the rise What can they say now Ferrari Lifestyle Tell the haters I'm sorry I'm pa**ing them on the rise What can they say now I know, I know, I now, I know [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yo, I'm such a sight to see I turn a hater to a tourist The way I order Rose, I turn a waiter to a flourist Ferrari Lifestyle, that mean I'm living fast On the road to riches you don't slow down You give it gas 25 is what they couldn't see us living past We was broke just once Someone give us cash Obama on the wrist, presidential Rollie Beverly Hills coppin', I ain't Axel Foley I'm just a young n***a moving like a Californian Word to proposition 19 in California I go from 0-60, a couple seconds She go from sober to tipsy and gettin' naked Me and Game the '010 Crockett and Tubbs Trey said he gon' meet us on the block of the club You heard Jerome, but instead of a Benzo Get rid of your Friends-oh to ride in this Enzo [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] Yeah, Ferrari lifestyle, got my daughter iced out Every time she turn her head, beams from a lighthouse Now them haters wiped out, cause my spider piped out Tell them Lamborghini and Astons "lights out" Me and Fab never them n***as you might doubt All we do is ball like we grew up in Mike's house Sippin' on spades and gooses Everything in my garage on treys and deuces Meet Mr. '011 new edition, I call it Mike Bivins GPS get lost tryna follow me to my crib, and I'm about my business, I pull up at a light They like "what is this". Its my chick sh** I'm in that big sh** over there at the washers Soon as the water dry im going straight at that Porsche Turn a Maybach into a corpse, me and my Maserati got a divorce Yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Game] I've been on Fab since we were both catching cabs And he was getting off bags on nostra ave My New York hood pa** cause we was running through Brooklyn He got on first, the next year they let the crook in Then I put a crook in the neck of Hip Hop Pullin' corks outta cham, horses in the wristwatch Didda Damn, young stunner, young gunner Blowing tropical thunder out the Ferrari all summer [Hook]