"What A Life" lyrics
Big Sean & Hit-Boy Lyrics
"What A Life"
Boi
Ugh, ugh
Sick shit, man
Straight up
Fuckin' for real? (Hit-Boy)
Boi, boi (Trap Adix)
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)
I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man (Life)
Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice (Bitch)
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand (Woah)
And I'm on stage, by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga, you can't swipe this
Lost my appetite the way you bitches be bitin'
I'm off no sleep, day shift, plus the night shift
Ho, quit askin' when I'm free, I'm always priceless
I ain't really rockin' with you, I ain't on that Mike shit
Rock with you, man, fuck, I'm goin' right in
I ain't waitin' around, fuck all that, I'm goin' right in (Right)
I ain't really rockin' with the type of shit you typin'
That little shit you flexin', ain't nothin' when you got it
If you can fit it in your pocket, just stop it
If I lift it to my ear, just know that's really some light shit (Light)
That's just how I'm rockin', I can't wait, I'm goin' right in
Jumpin' out the hoof, I can't wait on you, I'm ridin'
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice
I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man (Life)
Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage, by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga, you can't swipe this (Bitch)
That's the mentality, stack the fatalities, pick 'em off gradually
For real it's fans that got a tat' of me
My brother Jalen Rose got an academy
This shit is not a game, nigga
Fuck you mean? I'm at the point where a nigga finally famous, give a fuck about no fame (Fame)
Ask me where my LLC is, it's on my chain
If I die today, just know I live up to my-
Man, niggas call me "Big", like the shit really my name
You know how I'm comin', I ain't even gotta explain
In the best shape of my life, she at the crib, she gettin' trained
Goin'-goin' 'gainst me is worse than goin' 'gainst the grain
At the frontline, give a fuck about no pain
Now for real I can fill a gallery up with my mind frame
You ain't comin' how I came
I ain't waitin' around, bitch I'm goin' right in
Yeah I'm goin' right in, that's just how my life is
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice
I went triple "Platinum" more than three times. What a life, man! (Life)
Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage, by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred, sike, bitch, I'm priceless
I'm at four-field like a titan
And I'm makin' sure all my loose ends tied in
I'm in love with the hustle, so it's never tied-ins
I ain't seen her ass in years, she just let me right in
This shit off the dome, this shit off the dome, I'm goin' right in
I ain't even write it, but this shit been already written
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Sean Michael Anderson, Carter Lang, Greg Allen Davis, Roget Lutfi Chahayed
- AZLyrics
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- Big Sean Lyrics
EP:
"What You Expect" (2021)
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