Living Better Now

[Verse 1 - Detail] Two-door top off, what it gon' cost Got my bank account, ain't for those teases I got a bad bitch with a bad friend And I think both of them hoes is Belizean Yeah, birds eye, see the money from the sky If I cannot get it off best believe I'm gon' try Ain't a mothafuckin' tear comin' down my eye So I beat up on this track and make that mothafucka cry My estates got gates on the hills I'm on top of 'em Girls have fun so a nigga Cyndi Lauper 'em Roundin' up the pussy, automatic gon' chopper 'em Rockstar lifestyle so I stay rockin' 'em I'm in plain sight, money game right, pussy same night Livin' like a king, it ain't right, nigga hang tight Grindin' these bitches, my dear, here's my headlights Ground to the sky, window seat, see the world like [Hook - The Notorious B.I.G. ("Juicy" sample)] However livin' better now, livin' better now However livin' better now, better, better now However livin' better now, livin' better now Livin', livin' better now, livin' better now However livin' better now, livin' better now However livin' better now, better, better now However livin' better now, better now Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend [Verse 2 - Game] However livin' better now, Coogi sweater now Cock back Berettas now, lay whoever down Me and Detail scopin' out females Fuck a phone number, bitch all we need is a e-mail Red bottoms, let them suckas pay retail While valet the Aston Martin, calm the V12 Boss shit, used to play the middleman and toss bricks Now I push it up on Sunset, floss shit Number 4 Jordans, Lacoste shit You on to the next nigga, we hoppin' off shit You niggas talkin' 'bout it, you ain't never bought bricks Put a hole in one of you niggas, I'm on my golf shit Blowin' grass, yeah and the iron good I fuck a bitch in my leisure, nigga Tiger Woods We spend money like it ain't ours The Ace of Spades 480, that's eight hours [Hook] [Verse 3 - Toolez] Bitch you lookin' at a player Every time you see a nigga I be lookin' dead on there Shorty with the derrier, she can't help it but to stare Pink champagne, shit is lookin' very rare No glare but my shades on, Cool Greys on Harlem bitches wanna blow, get the napalm Got the purple on deck like I'm Raekwon Flyer than them all, I just didn't have a cape on Uh, rackin' up the Sky Miles Never touchdown I ain't never see a pylon Uh, bitch you lookin' at a icon Step up in the club, shit is lookin' like a pile-on Okay we winnin', you niggas is fuckin' losers Standin' on the couch and singin', shout out to Luther Nigga we are ballin', why you committin' bloopers The 'hood call me Rondo, I'm surrounded by shooters [Hook]