Lifestyle Lyrics by Lil Mosey
Please come and find me here
Please come and find me here
Please come and find me
Huh
If I go back to the way I’m livin’, I might crash out (Crash out)
If I keep on poppin’ up all these pills, I’m done, will pass out (Will pass out)
This shit Kimy cream (Yeah, yeah), put two hunnid on a dash (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got too much of lean, yeah, fuck, how I got this cash? (Fuck it)
Now my bitch, she hate (Hate it), this the fucking lifestyle (Yeah)
I’m ballin’ with my dawg (Yeah), I’m tryna shoot the lights out (I’m ballin’ with my dawg, yeah)
I’m ballin’ with my dawg, I’m tryna shoot the lights out (Yeah)
Chain color CD (CD), but it’s filled with VS (VS)
I’ve been in my crib countin’ money, playing DS, huh (Cash)
Gettin’ high, and shit (High, and shit)
Double Cs, she pop it, Chanel wit’ the finer shit (Lil’ bitch)
I take this bitch, and now I’m in the space, uh
Please come and find me here
I take this bitch, and now I’m in the space, and said—
Please come and find me here
If I go back to the way I’m livin’, I might crash out (Crash out)
If I keep on poppin’ up all these pills, I’m done, will pass out (Will pass out)
This shit Kimy cream (Yeah, yeah), put two hunnid on a dash (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got too much of lean, yeah, fuck, how I got this cash? (Fuck it)
Now my bitch, she hate (Hate it), this the fucking lifestyle (Yeah)
I’m ballin’ with my dawg (Yeah), I’m tryna shoot the lights out (I’m ballin’ with my dawg, yeah)
I’m ballin’ with my dawg, I’m tryna shoot the lights out
Okay, ‘fore I [?] they? Who I look like? Thirty-four, huh
Youngin’ on the vlog, who he like? Thirty-four
She who? She a baddie boo, to me this lil’ bitch just a hoe
New watch cost fifty-four, new on me, I flex some more
Play music just for cuz’, my uncle Frank just sold his store
You see my bank account, on God just catch the holy ones
And now this so famous, people scream my name when I get close
I’on need no weapon if you probably stepped in, I say
If I go back to the way I’m livin’, I might crash out (Crash out)
If I keep on poppin’ up all these pills, I’m done, will pass out (Will pass out)
This shit Kimy cream (Yeah, yeah), put two hunnid on a dash (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got too much of lean, yeah, fuck, how I got this cash? (Fuck it)
Now my bitch, she hate (Hate it), this the fucking lifestyle (Yeah)
I’m ballin’ with my dawg (Yeah), I’m tryna shoot the lights out (I’m ballin’ with my dawg, yeah)
I’m ballin’ with my dawg, I’m tryna shoot the lights out (Yeah)
