Life She Chose
[Intro]
Did you figure to dress up for tonight's show? (Chevys on switches)
No tie, no shirt and slack, a house dress? (Smokin' weed in it)
Well, don't give it a thought
We're glad you came as you are
We just want you to enjoy yourselves
Uh
[Chorus]
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
Block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
Uh, uh
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
Block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
Might send you to the crossroads
Trade your life off for some small gold
She cryin' in the Rolls, but this the life she chose
[Verse 1]
Can't be so naïve
You seein' that ice on me
You know what that mean
You know this life and what it bring
Now is you really tryna be a team?
Really tryna win them championship rings?
It's not an easy thing, though a breeze it seems
I get high on the beats and interpret my dreams
I find motivation in everything, it's the life of a king
The crown is heavy, G
Niggas risk anything to be seen
In pictures next to niggas that they figure worth some green
They worse than bitches
The coldest gold diggers
Smoke a whole ounce with you, then kill you
But that's your nigga (But that's your nigga)
[Chorus]
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
Block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
Send you to the crossroads
Trade your life in for some small gold
She cryin' in the Rolls, but this the life she chose
Eastside
[Verse 2]
Keep the E in it
Chevys on switches
Smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
I told her rule, "Number one, don't talk about me 'round that—"
That shit there'll have him suspicious
Hittin' switches on Chev', highway dippin'
Loose lips sink ships
[Chorus]
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
The block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
They'll send you to the crossroads
Trade your life in for some small gold
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
The block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
They'll send you to the crossroads
[Outro]
Ayy
So here's me in the club playing Humphrey Bogart
Things can get really sticky after hours, so I bring in a little extra backup
He thinks I'm gon' make him rich
So he's worried, I'ma get killed before he scores