Is it life, is it not?
I want everything you got
I just gotta keep on showin'
Keep on flexing what I got
I just want to keep on riding
Man I know I'll never stop
No I'll never stop
No I'll never stop

And I'm on my boss shit (yeah)
I got my own shit (yeah)
And mamma, I told me (yeah)
That I might just go big (yeah)
All of my homies are famous (ey)
Living this life got me thinking (ey)
That all in my mind I'm in Vegas (ey)
Living my life could be dangerous (ey)

This for them chicas that I'll get in Vegas
I got my family calling me crazy
This for them homies I'm talking to lately
I gotta tell 'em I finally made it

Is it life, is it not?
I want everything you got
I just gotta keep on showing
Keep on flexin' what I got
I just wanna keep on riding
Man I know I'll never stop
No I'll never stop
No I'll never stop

I just want them bad and boujee bitches
And I gotta get it 'cause I'm never frigid
Man I'm all about my mothafuckin' business
You can find me blazing thinking 'bout my wishes
All them riches never purchase feelings
But it's always crazy thinking 'bout them Christmas
When all you're gifting is a Maserati and oh my God - that new Ferrari

My homie he told me he got into brokerage
Flipping these flats like it's hocus and pocus
Meanwhile I'm sleeping and got into bogus
Look in the mirror - like man I should focus
Fuck it, tonight I'm just popping more pillies
Drank til' the morning I can't even feel me
Hitting these bars like I'm 2Pac and Biggie
I got your bitch and I'm huntin' you feel me?
Ey, she tripping tonight, she wantin' some mo', I give her that do'
Ey, and I just take your spot, coming with me she be waiting for the drop
Ey, and it's how it goes down in my home with the west side bros
Like girl let's take it to the top
Hey girl let's take it to the top

Is it life, is it not?
I want everything you got
I just gotta keep on showing keep on flexin' what I got
I just wanna keep on riding man I know I'll never stop
No I'll never stop
No I'll never stop

Don't sleep on me 'cause I'll never stop
I'll keep on riding til the day I die
Don't sleep on me 'cause I'll never stop
I'll never stop

Gotta keep on riding, gotta keep on riding
Gotta keep on riding - til the day I die

Keep on riding, keep on riding
Keep on riding - til the day I die

I just want them bad and boujee bitches
And I gotta get it 'cause I'm never frigid
Man I'm all about my mothafuckin' business
You can find me blazing thinking 'bout my wishes
All them riches never purchase feelings
But it's always crazy thinking 'bout them Christmas
When all you're gifting is a Maserati and oh my God