Redd Tha Artist - Livin' No Lie

I ain't livin no lie, x3
I'm just pressing for the money, do or die

I just want that bankroll, that can't fit
Down in my pocket, my skinny jeans
And Yea that Chevy coupe, so sick
With the top down, no limousine
Ridin with my baby, baby, a-ah,
No Billie Jean
Now watch a brother step out,
So fresh, clean, like Listerine
Early in the morning tryna find a way to get it
Cuz when it comes to money,
It ain't no limit
Can't wait to touchdown, every night, a different city
Niggas hating on me and the crew that came with me
Said I want the money,
Fuck the fame
If that makes me evil guess I'm riding with the flames
Tryna live high like I'm in that novacane
Puffing on that green, death to the brain

I ain't livin no lie, x3
I'm just pressing for the money, do or die

I just wanna fly, onto a magazine,
Life if a fucking king,
In my fucking dreams,
Tryna be a millionaire, doing bigger things
Bring some money to my city, and investing in my team
Everyday a weekend, guess that mean I'm living
And if a chick come my way, tonight I'm gone be sinning
I'm standing out, ain't with the fitting in
Catch me out and be like
""Ooh he getting it in""

I ain't livin no lie, x3
I'm just pressing for the money, do or die

Might have went to school with you, that's all I know
So what's your name and number, girl let's go
But first I gotta warn you, I'm a gigolo And don't call me when I'm in the studio
Ooh, yes indeed, I'm a fucking king
Theme of the scene, and don't need the bling
It's a gansta's paradise, Koolio
And you don't speak my language, my lingo
See all of me, HD, Vizio
The girl you with, she a shitty hoe
And you losin, so you through with,
Fineto
I do it for my city tho
Blowing up like C4
Hustling cause I'm wanting more
Started from the fucking floor

I ain't livin no lie, x3
I'm just pressing for the money, do or die

Written by:
TUDARRIO WILLIS

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