Detail - Living Better Now lyrics

[Verse 1 - Detail] Two-door top off, what it gon' cost Got my bank account, ain't for those teases I got a bad b**h with a bad friend And I think both of them hoes is Belizean Yeah, birds eye, see the money from the sky If I cannot get it off best believe I'm gon' try Ain't a mothaf**in' tear comin' down my eye So I beat up on this track and make that mothaf**a cry My estates got gates on the hills I'm on top of 'em Girls have fun so a n***a Cyndi Lauper 'em Roundin' up the p**y, automatic gon' chopper 'em Rockstar lifestyle so I stay rockin' 'em I'm in plain sight, money game right, p**y same night Livin' like a king, it ain't right, n***a hang tight Grindin' these b**hes, my dear, here's my headlights Ground to the sky, window seat, see the world like [Hook - The Notorious B.I.G. ("Juicy" sample)] However livin' better now, livin' better now However livin' better now, better, better now However livin' better now, livin' better now Livin', livin' better now, livin' better now However livin' better now, livin' better now However livin' better now, better, better now However livin' better now, better now Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend [Verse 2 - Game] However livin' better now, Coogi sweater now co*k back Berettas now, lay whoever down Me and Detail scopin' out females f** a phone number, b**h all we need is a e-mail Red bottoms, let them s**as pay retail While valet the Aston Martin, calm the V12 Boss sh**, used to play the middleman and toss bricks Now I push it up on Sunset, floss sh** Number 4 Jordans, Lacoste sh** You on to the next n***a, we hoppin' off sh** You n***as talkin' 'bout it, you ain't never bought bricks Put a hole in one of you n***as, I'm on my golf sh** Blowin' gra**, yeah and the iron good I f** a b**h in my leisure, n***a Tiger Woods We spend money like it ain't ours The Ace of Spades 480, that's eight hours [Hook] [Verse 3 - Toolez] b**h you lookin' at a player Every time you see a n***a I be lookin' dead on there Shorty with the derrier, she can't help it but to stare Pink champagne, sh** is lookin' very rare No glare but my shades on, Cool Greys on Harlem b**hes wanna blow, get the napalm Got the purple on deck like I'm Raekwon Flyer than them all, I just didn't have a cape on Uh, rackin' up the Sky Miles Never touchdown I ain't never see a pylon Uh, b**h you lookin' at a icon Step up in the club, sh** is lookin' like a pile-on Okay we winnin', you n***as is f**in' losers Standin' on the couch and singin', shout out to Luther n***a we are ballin', why you committin' bloopers The 'hood call me Rondo, I'm surrounded by shooters [Hook]