"Just Living" lyrics
Mr. Hood
Okay
Keys to the Benz
Breeze in the wind
Chicks get a tan
LV's in the lens
Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
Gotta keep a bad chick, click and her friends
I'm just living my life, neck full of ice
See the rims roll like the game of the dice
Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top
Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice
Never mind was the price, cop it on site
Neck looking like a city fell full of lights
I'm a made-ass nigga, bank and bigger
Only 19 when I seen 6 figures
Lord knows I'm a sinner, knows my dilemma
Keep a thick knot, in my hard blue denim
Let the hot water simmer, friends turn bitter
Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber
I be cool like the winter, no December
Two bad chicks, that's a two-piece dinner
Riding in a Benz, I'm a rosé sipper
Pour a little out
R.I.P, my niggas
Uh
Okay I came in the game, pray for the change
Click that I claim, put the name on the chain
Couple years of the fame, life ain't the same
Plenty champagne, first class on the planes
And it got a nigga laid, I just feel I'm in the daze
Music that I made, I just started getting praise
Every day I pray, "God, keep me in the wave
Never let it phase." Now, I'm really getting paid
See a nigga swag, court side Heat game
Probably rooting on my nigga LeBron James
The homie Dwayne Wade, just looking out for the fay
Jay that's in your face, the champs is on the way
Swoosh I'm in the coupe, oops there goes the roof
True my bitch bad, and ass as thick as a nuis
My cash will introduce, my swagger in the room
Hit a couple of buttons, and the engine will vroom vroom
Shorty fronting to fuck, she'll kindly get the broom
And it's facts so don't assume
Man, you niggas are after, like noon
And tell my mom's new crib got plenty of rooms
Ye. Ey. Ha-ha-ha
We on our way to the good times, baby
Okay
Keys to the Benz
Breeze in the wind
Chicks get a tan
LV's in the lens
Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
Gotta keep a bad chick, click and her friends
I'm just living my life, neck full of ice
See the rims roll like the game of the dice
Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top
Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice
Never mind was the price, cop it on site
Neck looking like a city fell full of lights
I'm a made-ass nigga, bank and bigger
Only 19 when I seen 6 figures
Lord knows I'm a sinner, knows my dilemma
Keep a thick knot, in my hard blue denim
Let the hot water simmer, friends turn bitter
Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber
I be cool like the winter, no December
Two bad chicks, that's a two-piece dinner
Riding in a Benz, I'm a rosé sipper
Pour a little out
R.I.P, my niggas
Uh
Okay I came in the game, pray for the change
Click that I claim, put the name on the chain
Couple years of the fame, life ain't the same
Plenty champagne, first class on the planes
And it got a nigga laid, I just feel I'm in the daze
Music that I made, I just started getting praise
Every day I pray, "God, keep me in the wave
Never let it phase." Now, I'm really getting paid
See a nigga swag, court side Heat game
Probably rooting on my nigga LeBron James
The homie Dwayne Wade, just looking out for the fay
Jay that's in your face, the champs is on the way
Swoosh I'm in the coupe, oops there goes the roof
True my bitch bad, and ass as thick as a nuis
My cash will introduce, my swagger in the room
Hit a couple of buttons, and the engine will vroom vroom
Shorty fronting to fuck, she'll kindly get the broom
And it's facts so don't assume
Man, you niggas are after, like noon
And tell my mom's new crib got plenty of rooms
Ye. Ey. Ha-ha-ha
We on our way to the good times, baby
Writer(s): Ace Hood, Public Domain
