[VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son]

I'm high-class, wife got the mink and [?]

I'm drinkin Dom Perrignon bathtub all gold

Roll a Lexus with the Rolex on my neck, it's

Caviar, bubblebaths, hoes wanna sex this

Million dollar gee cause they all wanna hang

Givin up that putang cause all they see is the fame

Or just riches, they just bitches, unlike snitches

Penetration's what they get, ass stitches

A stretch-limo on the all-gold Daytons

Playa-hatin me is like hangin out with Satan

I own my own jet so I can swerve to Thaiti, me and my lady

And it's a trip how me and my homies been hangin lately

I own a mansion, I'm stackin chips

I'm eatin lobbster and crab leavin bigger tips

'95 Explorer hittin corners on my cellular bent

In my jaccuzzi, watchin a movie, my life is heaven-sent



[CHORUS: L.V.]

This is the life that I want to live

Can't let nobody stop me

Dom Perrignon, a little Alizé

It's gon' be on, can't you see?

Ladies on the left, ladies on the right

This game is so exciting

But it's to be sold and not to be told

So grab your cabbage, homie



[VERSE 2: Prode'je]

I live the lifestyles of the ganster rich and the famous

Mister Playa Playa, 13 hoes with mo' anus

A black urban as I bounce in my suburban

Lookin superb off o-x and I'm swervin

So much bucks the hoes call me Scrooge McDuck

I make the tricks quack to get a crack at the sack

The '86 Lac in the back

The sanitary white Lex-o 17 inch [?]

And I dare you to try to get with this

I take baths in Moët and dry off with $1000 bills

Still I invest in the hood

Performin c's on the block

Make the homies clock a knot

And it don't stop

My lifestyle's not petty, I rock steady

Paid in full to get the pull

And I should buy up the whole hood

Then we could live lavish with the cabbage



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[VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son]

I flew overseas just so I could see

Prod and Mouthpiece put it down in italy

And the hood had me feelin the pain with strain

But things changed, now I'm the million dollar mane

[Prode'je]

Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g's in the pocket

Jump out the 454 and I locks it

Eye-sockets upon my pocket

Raise the pistol grip off my hip and unlocks it

[Rhime Son]

I Rhime Son rollin a cherry-black Impala

And I ought to buy a blue, one a true one

1996 hear the cheer from the front to the rear

With caviar dreams in yo ear

[Prode'je]

And I hear all the rumours that's bein spreaded

About where we headed and who we goes to bed with

Even though I'm livin this million dollar life

You better think twice before you get sliced



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