Living

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Good head get your rent paid Then I cut a corner like a switch blade Bitch made nigga talking shit 'bout me Got a red car so I bought a red bottom Chillin' at the game sitting courtside You looking at the flyest nigga on the boat ride Low life, I'm a multi nigga fo' life Oh my, had it up to here like a bow tie Cut it out, sold drugs out my momma's house So for mothers' day, I bought my mom a house Chillin' in the club standing on the couch Nigga, fuck yo couch, nigga, nigga, fuck yo' couch! Shoes cost more than that shit anyway Any day, when the semi spray, bet it penetrate Brrraaatt, better duck, nigga! Got a lake in my yard filled with dope, nigga! [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] Motherfuck the other side, (motherfuck the other side) Motherfuck the other side, (motherfuck the other side) Everything official, my pistol's dismissin' missiles As far as running game, my nigga, I need a whistle My nigga, I need your sister, oops, I don't think that came out Still fuck a girl with my chain out Still do my thing with my thing out Long ass clip, I could shoot you without aiming My life, your motherfuckin' entertainment Dangerous, leave you with the angels Shoot yo' ass from all types of angles, explain this Well, it was just bunch of niggas 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 Nigga said "What up, pimp? Where the hoes at?" [Hook] [Verse 3: IamSu!] Ride around on my side of town, you might fuck around and get peeled I rock Mookee, rock Y3, got Bathing Apes on my heels Nigga, 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 Bitch, I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy Consider your bitch 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 shit be ours This bitch a freak, she should get the award, aye [Hook]