Iamsu! - Living lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Good head get your rent paid Then I cut a corner like a switch blade b**h made n***a talking sh** 'bout me Got a red car so I bought a red bottom Chillin' at the game sitting courtside You looking at the flyest n***a on the boat ride Low life, I'm a multi n***a fo' life Oh my, had it up to here like a bow tie Cut it out, sold d** out my momma's house So for mothers' day, I bought my mom a house Chillin' in the club standing on the couch n***a, f** yo couch, n***a, n***a, f** yo' couch! Shoes cost more than that sh** anyway Any day, when the semi spray, bet it penetrate Brrraaatt, better duck, n***a! Got a lake in my yard filled with dope, n***a! [Hook: 2 Chainz] I'm just livin' baby, and you got that right I'm just livin' baby, I'mma enjoy this night I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin' I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin' [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Motherf** the other side, (motherf** the other side) Motherf** the other side, (motherf** the other side) Everything official, my pistol's dismissin' missiles As far as running game, my n***a, I need a whistle My n***a, I need your sister, oops, I don't think that came out Still f** a girl with my chain out Still do my thing with my thing out Long a** clip, I could shoot you without aiming My life, your motherf**in' entertainment Dangerous, leave you with the angels Shoot yo' a** from all types of angles, explain this Well, it was just bunch of n***as and then just me They came close and it just skeet They tried to run and I said "Come back" If you think you're alone then there Bobby Womack Hold that, ridin' that Phantom down Old Nat n***a said "What up, pimp? Where the hoes at?" [Hook] [Verse 3: IamSu!] Ride around on my side of town, you might f** around and get peeled I rock Mookee, rock Y3, got Bathing Apes on my heels n***a, this ain't no game, there ain't no competition I knew he was a fake, got good intuition 23 and I'm still livin' Been all around the world and it's still Richmond Cause I'm loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil Got me in that water, bet it boil b**h, I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy Consider your b**h my employ', real to the core Straight up, I never been fraud, and I put that on my lord Y'all rap 'bout clothes that you cannot afford Where's the Versace and where's the Tom Ford? Everything we rap 'bout, that sh** be ours This b**h a freak, she should get the award, aye [Hook]