*(Gonzoe)*
 Que sera  sera! (haha!)
 C'est La Vie!
 Have a toast on me.
 Yeah! State to state  we do it like this.
 Live like us. Feel like us.
 That's life baby.
 Sheeit.
 (Where ever you are  where ever you at!)

 Verse 1 *(Gonzoe)*

 Yeah.
 Here I go again  drinkin' an drivin
 in the latest model car riskin it wit no license
 goin fast  late night
 finna crash  hella cash
 thinkin bout, nothin but the past an I know that's it
 but fuck it
 I'm finna love it, tryin to feed my stomach
 finna have somethin, til my fuckin casket covered
 live for the minute
 lovin that ya'll know that we winnin
 me an Phats nigga
 nobody move til we finished
 here's the plataue
 Regime Family I'm the copo
 in a Vet we race down Florence non-stop though
 the world movin in slow motion
 held by the ocean
 X pills keep my fantsay open
 an I'm lovin it
 nuttin above
 but a pussy when you rub it nigga it's all covered
 cuz yours got caught
 and mine doubled
 niggas juss drink wit me
 have a toast on me
 nigga C'est La Vie!
 Do what you want to.

 *(Chorus)* x1

 Have heart, have money. (yeah!)
 Don't live the moment.
 Have a toast on me, if you're smart
 This is for my homies. (yeahah!)
 Uh!
 Do what you want to can I be free?
 Everybody have a toast on me, please drink wit me
 Uh!
 Do what you want to can I be free?
 Have a toast on me
 world C'est La Vie!
 (nigga what?!)

 Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*

 I got it planned out
 day by day clutchin my fifth
 confident
 realizin I've sinned
 that's why I'm bent
 cash spent
 I make a mill I know that it's meant
 captured
 a bubble Benz and the saga begins
 cuz it was evident
 that I was made for this
 stay awake at night crave
 now I'm paid for this
 still we ain't shit
 a hundred thousand ain't rich
 I take a chip
 flip a grip and multiply it by six
 it's fabulous
 to all the thugs that smashed for us
 celebrate
 live it up
 and have a blast for us
 losin focus
 back to the dream to face the soldiers
 cuz they know what nobody knows, I got composure
 but I'm still drunk
 beggin for funk
 I know the Town will bust
 live it up, keepin my trust
 juss check the scriptures
 it's me and Ritzy
 live, direct on your T.V.
 smoke wit me
 nigga C'est La Vie.
 What!?

 *(Chorus)* x1

 Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)*

 I'm still glocked up
 in a under bucket wit my seat belt on
 9 zones locked up
 Uh!
 Take the rap money, buy the soft turn the heart home
 first they little niggas
 now they servin out the front yard
 wit the look out
 like we roamin
 cuz they enemy got took out
 told the accountant to bring the book out
 gun man rockin the roof, wit the gages
 I still got cases
 Ritzy goin out blazin
 spit it
 my nigga did it, still got acquited cuz we willin
 drunk as fuck, tryin to pivot
 uh
 I got the anthology, I never ever give it
 if a liquor store opens
 y'all niggas done did it
 cuz I stay drunk
 grabbin my nuts
 like what
 first nigga jump
 first mutha fuckin gettin touched
 by us
 Los Angeles
 Atlanta
 hoods us
 we skanless
 imposters to exit us
 all I got is tattoos and guts
 Big nuts mutha fucka, so what?
 Huh?
 So what?
 Huh?
 So what?
 Nigga C'est La Vie
 Come fuck wit me!
 Uh!

 Chorus *(til end)*

 Have heart, have money. (please be smart!)
 Don't live the moment.
 Have a toast on me, if you're smart.
 This is for my homies