wake up in the mornin' feelin' live
god must be really on my side
got the baddest bitch up by my side
cash make the pussy come alive
everybody know i set the vibe
bet i'll steal your bitch like it's a crime
all my niggas come from doin' time
hands in the air
we testify
thank god that i'm alive
i've been poppin' all my life
it's like my birthday every night
i've been poppin' all my life
thank god that i'm alive
i've been poppin' all my life
it's like my birthday every night
i've been poppin' all my life
thank god that i'm alive
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ooh
thankin' the lord i'm alive
your diamonds not lookin' alive
bentley truck swervin'
it's wide
heard you be talkin' to 12
but i do not fuck with them guys
first time i seen me a bale
i thought it was gold in my eyes
the coupe all red inside
duplex
shawty outside
we not feelin' your vibe
nigga played out
retired
niggas out here ain't true
two-door coupe
no roof
spikes on the back of my shoe
you got more money than who?
christian dior on my boo
real niggas gon' salute
drip in that like the juice
molly with the henny boost
you're lookin' at the biggest group
i'm lookin' at the biggest boobs
lookin' at the biggest diamonds
that i put up in my mama's hula hoops
you niggas really out of style now
bitches really need to bow down
migo gang is a cash cow
lay down the track
get the bags out
handguns and the mags out
it's time for the birds
take a bath now
smokin' cookie
'bout to pass out
come to the nawf
got the bags out
thank god that i'm alive
i've been poppin' all my life
it's like my birthday every night
i've been poppin' all my life
thank god that i'm alive
i've been poppin' all my life
it's like my birthday every night
i've been poppin' all my life
thank god that i'm alive
yeah
yeah
2 chainz! yeah
rick james
show your titties
it's a celebration
stuntin'
i wore a mink to my graduation
f-f-fuck the world
i think it's ovulatin'
if you ain't gettin' money
what's your occupation?
check my dna
the a and k'll wet ya
boy
woo! i think i'm carryin' a nature boy
a lot of flavor
boy
i'm all about my paper
boy
went to l.a. and tried to smoke an acre
boy
can't relate to noise
bumpin' like a canker sore
i told her
go to hell