[Intro: Meek Mill]Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like thisI know you used to messing with them ordinary guysBut, uhThe way I'm getting moneyI can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love foreverIt's Double-M-G[Hook: Louie V]I wanna buy your love, tell me what it's gon' be?I wanna buy your love, everything is on meLifestyle of the rich and the famousDon't you wanna be rich and be famous?Lifestyle of the rich and the famousDon't you wanna be rich and be famous?I wanna buy your...[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Riding through my city with a chick I used to lustBout to make a movie starring me, the two of usPenthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters upSo I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunchAnd uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipeI think she called twiceBefore you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lightsAnd I can see it in her face she had a hard nightUp and down that pole selling dreams, selling loveIt was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugsGiving them a fix, body solid as a brickWith no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hitLife's a bitch but I go deep up in that pussy Jerry RiceAnd every time I'm in the building I ain't never likeShe be on that pole, tryna chase her goalsGoing up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord Knows![Hook][Verse 2: Meek Mill]Shorty so pretty and that pussy so goodShe used to say I was crazy, I was up to no goodTill I slid all in it, started fucking her goodRed bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hoodI slid up in the ass and she heard them pipes they was growlingFriends wanting to fuck me because they like how I'm stylingBut I'm cool on the snaking cause I like when she smilingWe gon' leer in the air just to get right on an islandWe ball harder, ball horrible out in FloridaIsabel Marant sneakers, you got all of themTatted up, passports just to cross bordersShe calling me daddy and I ain't got a daughterSaid I'm cooler than them other dudesFive racks just to get her Cinderella shoesHella Jewels, Money come in different revenuesBig Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]My chick bad, looking like a bag of moneyShe gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for meShe was messing with me way before I had the moneyYou niggas playing games, I'm really getting mad moneyJust to commentate, peep how I operateI put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperateI really balling, tat em all up in and out of stateBeen getting money for a while, I don't know how to hateThey call me racked up shorty, she can smell the AuraHad her out in Bora exploring like she was DoraMillion dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughterAnd put her in the game, She ain't fucking with lames
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