Verse 1: Dave East
I got this shit from the trap, few baggies, my pen, and my pad 
I? done got rich off of rap, you throw 'em, we sendin' 'em back, that shit is a fact 
My? young boy ain't got no ID on 'em, he had to slip through the back 
They took everything he had off his body, he thought he was lit 'cause he rap 
Gotta hustle, go get off your back 
He? broke, go get him a pack 
I? just blew 10 up in Saks 
Fuck cops, they kill if you black 
You? might get a deal if you nice 
Gelato I'm smokin' to give you the feelin' you feel when you feel on a flight 
Light up a blunt, go wheelie that bike 
(This is our life)

Chorus: Gunna
This? a lifestyle that we cherish everyday 
Take a risk to count this cash in every way 
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved 
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid 
Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train 
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain 
[?] start on my big ol' sport, you think I race 
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Verse 2: Gunna
Got a plain Patek Phillipe and a plain Richard Mille
Can't explain this shit I see
Switchin' lanes in a new V
I just slain on that record, I done made it out the streets
Got a life in this industry, so for free, me and Dave East
My name look like water, 200 sittin' on a plain tee
Rich my persona, I bought your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep
Keep that stick on me, 'cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps
Back to back Royces, me and me
We the champs that they envy

Verse 3: Dave East
I'm a cold P-I-M-P
I got hoes in the Benz Jeep
I smoke Oprah Winfrey
While my bro pumpin' *NSYNC
The gas the color purple, sellin' white-boy like Nowitzki
The cars is foreign like Ginobili, shots burn your chest like whiskey

Chorus: Gunna
This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
[?] start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Verse 4: Dave East
Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start, this is not the beginning
These nigga is broke, I forgot to forget it
Stay in [?], bitch, I'm tropical livin'
I try not to pay no attention, they probably gon' hate 'til I'm finished
Fuck it, as long as they pay me with interest
Bonkers, now I jump out Ranges that's tinted
Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin'
I got a Patek that I put on everyday
I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay?
I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim
Bitch this crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my game

Verse 5: Gunna
Please make your choices
Yes, I'm goin' bonkers, you fuck with me
Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper
Since I like drippin', my swag is blue and that's all I see
Ain't no rap cappin', this lifestyle true, ain't no flaw in me

Chorus: Gunna
This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
[?] start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith