This Is The Life Lyrics

[Intro - Rick Ross]
Billionaire yeah you feel me
I have your bitch lacin up my shoes homey
Rollin them L's up haha
Gettin Money

[Hook - Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin the drought from droppin
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near
Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my stand smith
Snitches stand clear can't no snichtes stand here
This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet every year
Take a picture canary stones so photogenic
No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go and get it
Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf
Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no
But I can't I get a rush blowin dough
I'm gettin bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough
This is the life I'm in a race to get money
This is the life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me

CHORUS

verrse 2 - Rick Ross]
Not that I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant
I'm a boss player check my ?
I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland
White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline
She love ballplayers hate the dope boys
'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff Goerges
Yea this the Superbowl of the street shit
It's all fast food my niggaz eat quick
When I seen a million it f**ked up my life
Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights
f**ked plenty wives crushed many lives
I wouldn't it change for the world
This is the life

Chorus

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm camptin in the Hamptons
Chillin in a playstation
'Cuz I'm playin with them chips that you ain't makin
I ain't fakin trap ain't vacant
California razors keep me feelin Jamaican
The block backin the blunt burnin
I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners
Find Escorts for the G.F.E
Fine lip servers for the Triple C
Words rhymin best
Can't spell well but I define success
I sell well so I make a toast
The fallen comrades hold the bottles up
We standin tall fam
Chorus