Rick Ross - This Is The Life | Текст песни

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• This Is The Life

[Intro - Rick Ross]
Billionaire yeah you feel me
I have your bitch lacin up my shoes homey
Rollin them L's up haha
Gettin Money

[Hook - Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin, her draws from droppin
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
The law from watchin but we 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 - Rick Ross]
Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near
Damn near a hundred grand in jewels 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 it though (haha)
This is the life I'm in a race to get money
This is the life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me

[Hook - Trey Songz]

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Not that I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant
I'm a boss player check my laminate
I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland
White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline
She love ballplayers hate the dope boys
'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff George
Yea this the Superbowl of the street shit
It's all fast food my niggas eat quick
When I seen a million it fucked up my life
Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights
Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives
I wouldn't it change for the world
This is the life

[Hook - Trey Songz]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm campin in the Hamptons
Chillin in a play station
'Cuz I'm playin with them chips that you ain't makin
I ain't fakin trap ain't vacant
California raisins keep me feelin Jamaican
The block bakin', the blunt burnin'
I'm in Trump Towers, amongst earners
Fine escorts for the GFE
Fine lip service 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

[Hook - Trey Songz]