Rick Ross - This Is The Life lyrics

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Rick Ross - This Is The Life lyrics

[Intro] Billionaire yeah you feel me I have your b**h lacin' up my shoes homey Rollin them L's up ha ha Gettin' Money [Chorus: Trey Songz] This is the life, this is the life Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin' the dro from robbin' This is the life, this is the life Keep sh** poppin' these hoes they stay boppin no stoppin' thats every night This is the life, ain't no stoppin' The love of watchin' bubbles, serve it up for a hell of a price This is the life, this is the life This is the, this is the life [Verse 1] Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near Damn near a hundred gram in j**els in my Stan Smith Snitches stand clear can't no snitches stand here This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet every year Take a picture canary stones so photogenic No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go and get it Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no But I can't I get a rush blowin' dough I'm gettin' bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough This is the life I'm in a race to get money This is the life I need a bad b**h to blow it for me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Not that I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant I'm a boss player check my laminent I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline She love ballplayers hate the dope boys Cause we fight dogs call me Jeff George Yea this the Superbowl of the street sh** It's all fast food my n***az eat quick When I seen a million it f**ed up my life Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights f**ed plenty wives crushed many lives I wouldn't it change for the world This is the life [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm campin' in the Hampton's Chillin' in a Playstation Cause I'm playin' with them chips that you ain't makin' I ain't fakin' trap ain't vacant California razors keep me feelin' Jamaican The block bakin' the blunt burnin' I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners Fine escorts for the G'd up fee Fine lip servers for the Triple C Words rhymin' best Can't spell well but I define success I sell well so I make a toast The fallen comrades hold the bottles up We standin' tall fam' [Chorus]