The Life (2009)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Yeah, uh

Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the patio

Polo chinos, a Pro Club

Plottin' out the next score

Couple weeks in Cali

Smokin' the best, gettin' some rest

Then it's back to the full-court press

Niggas playin' for keeps

Tryna be the next Suga Slim, Baby or Master P

I don't pass that weed, it's all for me

I rolled it, so I'm only fo' sho gon' smoke it

Go and get your own shit

Focused on rollin' on, wrote for me and all of my dogs

Involved with takin' Jet Life, Taylor Gang to the stars

I done bought Ferraris from pennin' these rap bars

And I didn't stop there, I got so much more

Inspiration, somethin' you should reach for

See me in that Porsche, that should push you to go hard

I've done it, you can do it, ain't no difference

It's only real ones in the buildin'

Need to start really livin', make money every minute

The more things change, the more they stay the same

I stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets

And celebrate with buckets of champagne

Save the sparklers, I got the light show in my ring

And when we exit, they'll say the best just left here

And the rest is just like, yeah

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

And all the bad bitches fuck with me

And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

Sports cars in the front yard

Dream big and we live large

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Uh

All the gang rules apply when you fuckin' with the guys

Brought enough so we all could get high

She with me, don't be actin' all surprised

I get more money today than you see for the rest of your life

Tell you once, I don't gotta tell you twice

All my bitches treat me nice and my crib feel like paradise

Ain't gon' have as much fun as she had tonight

And if you got a plus one, everything alright

When it come to girls, I don't trust none

Khalifa kush, I'ma crush some, we gon' smoke 'til the sun come up

Ya nigga got a problem with it, hope he don't run up

I'ma take a shot, that's enough for both of us (Both of us)

And if you bring a friend, I'ma let her in

Andretti OG, that's the medicine

I'm tryna get high as the rent

Niggas comment on the smell, but I take that as a compliment

Don't fuck with no hatin' 'cause we don't do that

We countin' up paper, no we don't lose that

Since I leveled up, I never moved back

World of weed, bringin' all the booze

Don't stress her 'cause she gon' choose

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

And all the bad bitches fuck with me

And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me

This is the life, bitches and Nikes

Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury

Sports cars in the front yard

Dream big and we live large