Groupie love I know what you're thinking of You want my You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm trying not to let the crowd next to me It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm trying

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

We're half awake in a fake empire Stay out super late tonight Picking apples, making pies Put a little something in our lemonade And take it with us Tiptoe through our shiny city With our diamond slippers on Do our gay ballet on ice Bluebirds on our

Being a low life 'Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it No you can't change something that you don't understand Livin' it up, livin' it up I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand I'm a low life, so fucking deal with it I'm livin' it up,

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

We're always fixing something that was never broken We're on and off again like sobriety Get back together every time you're done throwing a fit So when you gonna quit Breaking up with me You say it's over, with a middle finger But then you're calling

Niggas done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York

A dream like this, not something you ask for When it's a gift worth taking a chance for A dream like this, not something you wish for 'Cause IDK what's coming next And I'll be LMHO with the rest Be, be, be my BFF, ‘cause IDK what’s comin’ next Then this

(You naughty thing) Your ripping up the dance floor honey (You naughty women) I love the way you dance with anybody (The way you swing) And tease them all by sucking on your thumb You shake your a** around for everyone (Your such a mover) Your so much

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the