4THIRTY - This Is The Life lyrics

rate me

Street dreams are made of these

Who am I to disagree

24's on a Chevrolet

Peanut butter inside

Drunk then a muthafucka'

I'm a let my bitch drive

Steering the wheel

I want her to see just how a rich nigga feel

On tha real

For real

I got my mind on my money

Money on my mind

Left hand on the wheel

Otha on my nine

Can you picture this

Ballin on the real motion picture shit

Autographs red carpets everybody taking flicks

Nah h-town where you at

Took a trip cross the world in a coupe deville lac

Let'em let'em feel that

Look I'm off in the wind

Let's get this money get this money

Got some paper to spend

Shake it for me shake it for me

Whether you trappin on tha block

Or you work a 9 to 5

Get your money

Stack your paper

Keep a hustle on the side

Go gettas keep it movin

Let them hatas do they job

Drop the top down on ya ride

Show ya grill when you smile

And tell em

This is tha life

I'm livin it up(aaao)

It's all that I know

I can't get enough(yea this is the life)

Street dreams are made of these (aaao)

Who am I to disagree (yea this is the life)

Paper Paper

The only thing my minds on

Steady clockin in my own damn time zone

Let's leave the troubles behind

Smile momma I made it

On this ladder

And I'm destined to climb

To the sky

To the sky

It's a bird

It's a plane

4thirty wilding like we won a championship game (cheers)

I'm just happy that we made it here

Blow tha smoke tell dem hoes this is our year

Nah tell me whatcha think about it

Got 6 4's on hydrolics

Followed by dem big denali's

Ruff riding on decati's (hey)

Get ya money there's a hunid ways

We ain't tripping cause our money made

Riding by fast on the feeder fuck the interstate

84's white wall tires on that 88

Alpine music bumping sounding like a earthquake

Knocking pictures off the wall rims spinning both ways

In my three point stands

Straight up off of the block

4thirty be the gang

Rahddy pass me the rock

Got a pocket full of gwop

Chopping blades in my drop

Crank the heat up just a notch

Hold up chris that's way to hot

Way to hot

Wipe me down

I'm on

How ya like me now

Rastafaron

I am soaring

Some where in the clouds

What kind of dro did pro just pass to me

Yea

It got me higher then giraffe pussy

Yea