The Jacka - Glamorous Life lyrics

[Hook: The Jacka] I know you see me right here everytime you drive by But truth to admit you don't ever ask why You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle Rocks on the wrist big things nice car You wana live life with a rich rockstar Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll I think I'm a a rush so I probably never call [Verse 1: The Jacka] Why you tryna front girl, you know you ain't ready I be in the hood every day with my family (yee) We the mafia, summer love gon get me I'm an animal, most of my clothes don't fit me Hanging off my a**, but we pull up in a Bentley Nobody ever laugh cause we always been the n***as All I ever wanted was to see what was in ya I'm the Jack, ice cold mack from the Figaz Locked in the county, shared my cell with a k**er All he ever said was Jack, I never heard a n***a realer Fat shout out to the four XIV gorillas All my n***as doing life, do what I can to make it better [Hook] [Verse 2: The Jacka] You know you love the Jack, I'm right here Bout to dip out, set my Six in gear See the tree smoke, ain't no tints on there Tryna find the Hus n***a, all white pair Of the Gucci Loafs but they never know where Go pop my new sh**, hop in the Chev Sit so mothaf**in high it ain't fair Never seen my clothes before, and my shoes rare You could hit the mall, but you never find em there, no Waiting on the jump-off yeah, yeah 'Bout to make a drop-off yo, yo This block sh** is all I know, know [Verse 3: Andre Nikatina] My lifestyle baybee lika a S500 Gather up yo friends jump in and I'm a gun it Then give me 10 minutes and mah Glock talk hit yah Andre Nickatina in yo camera phone picture I watch as the wheels rotate, Break down a 8th The color of ma sneaker is the color of my face I wear my wife beater like a banga My rapstyle freak got one up in the chamba [Hook:] I know you see me right here everytime you drive by But truth to admit you don't ever ask why You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle Rocks on the wrist big things nice car You wana live life with a rich rockstar Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call [Hook: x2] You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy Rocks on the wrist big dreams nice cars You know I paper cus I a D-Boy