Lyrics:

feat. IAMSU!

Give head get your rent paid
Then I cut a corner like a switch blade
Bitch made nigga talking shit about her

Got a red car so I bought a red bottom
Chilling at the game sitting courtside
You're looking at the flyest nigga on the boat ride
Low life, I'm a multi nigga for life
Oh my, had it up to here like a bow tie
Cut it out, sold drugs out my momma house
So for mother's day I bought my mom a house
Chilling in the club, standing on the couch
Nigga fuck your couch, nigga, nigga fuck your couch
Shoes cost more than that shit anyway
Any day, when the semi spray, better penetrate
Better duck, nigga
Got a lake in my yard filled with dumb niggas

I'm just livin' baby and you got that right
I'm just livin' baby and my Jordans nice
I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'
I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'

Motherfuck the other side, motherfuck the other side
Motherfuck the other side, motherfuck the other side
Everything official, my pistol just missing missiles
As far as running game, my nigga, I need a whistle
My nigga, I need your sister, oops, I don't think that came out
Still fuck a girl with my chain out
Still do my thing with my thing out
Long ass clip, I could shoot you without aiming
My life, your motherfucking entertainment
Dangerous, leave you with the angels
Shoot your ass from all types of angels, explain this
The way I lived with a just bunch of niggas and then just me
They came close to hit that scheme
They tried to run and I said come back
If you think you alone then they're about to Womack
Hold that, riding that Phantom down, own it
Nigga said what up pimp, where the hoes at?

I'm just livin' baby and you got that right
I'm just livin' baby and my Jordans nice
I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'
I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'

Ride around on my side of town, you might fuck around and get peeled
I rock Mookie, rock Y3, got Bathing Apes on my heels
Nigga, this ain't no game, there ain't no competition
I knew he was a fake, I got good intuition
23 and I'm still living, been all around the world and it's still Richmond
'Cause I'm loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil
Got me in that water, let it boil
Bitch, I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy
Consider your bitch my employ'
Real to the core, straight up, I never been fraud
And I put that on my Lord
Y'all rap 'bout clothes that you cannot afford
Where's the Versace and where's the Tom Ford?
Everything we rap 'bout that shit be ours
This bitch a freak, she should get the award

I'm just livin' baby and you got that right
I'm just livin' baby and my Jordans nice
I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'
I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'