Rich Gang - Lifestyle lyrics

[Produced by London On Da Track] [Intro: Both] Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothaf**a' Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothaf**a' Rich Gang Thugga Thugga baby [Hook: Young Thug] I've done did a lot of sh** just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle n***a livin' life like a Buchanan and this is only beginning I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and n***as still beginnin' [Verse 1: Young Thug] Million 5 on the Visa card Hundred bands still look like the f**in' tires n***a servin' great white like I'm feedin' sharks I won't do nothin' with the b**h, she can't even get me hard Somethin' wrong with the p**y Even though I ain't gon' hit it, I'ma still make sure that she gush it Me and my woadie, we don't get caught up like that, no way We ain't got time to go see doctors, J (Who said money?) Hop up in my bed full of forty b**hes and yawnin' Hey, this a show b**h you performin' I do this sh** for my daughters and all my sons, b**h I'm a run up them bands, I'll take care their funds, b**h I got a moms, b**h, she got a moms, b**h I got sisters and brothers to feed I ain't goin' out like no idiot, I'm a OG [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] Still screamin' "f** the otherside" I'ma ride for my n***as, aye And I'ma die for my n***as, aye Ain't gonna be latching on my n***as aye n***as couldn't see me if they had a genie I'ma live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. my brother Bennie I stack my racks to the ceiling, now these n***as can't beat me I just might wake and want Chanel and these b**hes can't see me I'm in a whole other league I ain't got aids but I swear to God I would bleed 'Til I D.I.E 28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E Pee on top of these b**hes God told me they can never stop me so they ain't gon' stop me I'm in that coffin with baby mommy gettin' sloppy toppy I'm bleedin' red like a devil, I see these b**hes plotting They wanna know how I got Ms and I didn't finish college [Hook] [Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan] I do it for my daddy, I do it for my mama Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up I'm Willie B beating on my chest, in the jungle, aye Money on money, I got commas in every bank Sunday through Monday I've been grindin' with no sleep Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, like no way Thugger Thugger, that's my brother, brother You don't want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists, knuckle knuckle Buckle up like a seatbelt or I'll shoot yah Punchin' on the gas, too fast, and I lose yah Give me a bed, I'll do her, I want a head, Medusa I swear a n***a gone cause this strong I'm blowin' super Grindin' for a new day I'm skatin', like that n***a Lupe Hey, I'm on the top just like toupee Hey, I'm in her mouth just like toothpaste [Hook] [Outro: Birdman] Sitting in the middle of this ocean, Pacific that is You understand me? Bunch of bad b**hes, ya heard? Popping that GTV, living that lifestyle I do this for Ms. Gladis, boy 100