[Hook:]
This is a day in the life
See I make big money, and I f*** n***** wives
And I only skate twenty-fo's
Young pimpin still slammin them Chevrolet doors
This is a day in the life
See I make big money, and I f*** n***** wives
And I only skate twenty-fo's
Young pimpin still slammin them Cadillac doors
[Verse 1:]
Got my old school Chevelle, and it's ruby and brown
And the car make that "vroom-vroom, schrrrr" sound
When I pass by ya place, they say "turn down the bass"
But I keep on turnin it up
I know ya don't like me, talkin about'cha wan' fight me
Jump brave dame, show me what's up
Movin on to some other thangs, I just want some chicken w***s
With a lil' barbecue sauce
Say my money young honey, what the f***, is you a dummy?
s***, actin like yo a** is the boss
That sign say McDonalds, not Mac'Kims
Actin like you're shy, with them dirty a** Tim's
Move over, Range Rover
I'm comin in this b**** much colder
In a chromed-out, s***ged-down Escalade
Bass turned up, sittin peanut-b***er suede
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm thirty-five years old, and I'm filthy rich
And by the way dude, I been f***** ya b****
And I got her buck-naked, ridin up in the Vette
And every time she see me, young p**** get wet
You might love your baby-momma, but I like her a lot
For real though dude, you ain't got what I got
And that lil' girl buddy, she look like Wayne
Maybe you should think about changin a name
I got another story, let me tell ya how it go
'Bout a football n****, that was f***** my ho
He was hangin with the tramp, like day and night
But what dude don't know, is that I'm f***** his wife
And by the way mistaaaa, I even f***** ya sistaaaa
I got'cha momma f***** up, payin all of my bills
And your grandmother bought me some spinnin wheels
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I stay sharp from my head, to my belt, to my toes
Call me "Rubber-Band Man" cause I keep bank rolls (d***)
These rookie view, but don't attempt this at home
Unless ya paint super-wet, and ya rims fully grown
A lot of y'all n***** say I shine to much
Weeelll, kiss my a**, y'all can suck my f***** nuts
Got lil' chrome jets, with livin room sets
And every time I pass, your baby-momma turn her neck
When I come through, b****** go "ohhhhhh"
n***** go "whooo you", n**** I'm a show you
I'm sharpest that'cha ever seen, pimpin stay super-clean
Shoes to the pants, to the shirt do me on the scene
Five-million dead white boys in the bank
And the check that the Williams brothers gave me is blank
Got five-million n****, put away for the fam'
And five-million comin, n**** s*** got-d***!
[Hook]
This is a day in the life
See I make big money, and I f*** n***** wives
And I only skate twenty-fo's
Young pimpin still slammin them Chevrolet doors
This is a day in the life
See I make big money, and I f*** n***** wives
And I only skate twenty-fo's
Young pimpin still slammin them Cadillac doors
[Verse 1:]
Got my old school Chevelle, and it's ruby and brown
And the car make that "vroom-vroom, schrrrr" sound
When I pass by ya place, they say "turn down the bass"
But I keep on turnin it up
I know ya don't like me, talkin about'cha wan' fight me
Jump brave dame, show me what's up
Movin on to some other thangs, I just want some chicken w***s
With a lil' barbecue sauce
Say my money young honey, what the f***, is you a dummy?
s***, actin like yo a** is the boss
That sign say McDonalds, not Mac'Kims
Actin like you're shy, with them dirty a** Tim's
Move over, Range Rover
I'm comin in this b**** much colder
In a chromed-out, s***ged-down Escalade
Bass turned up, sittin peanut-b***er suede
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm thirty-five years old, and I'm filthy rich
And by the way dude, I been f***** ya b****
And I got her buck-naked, ridin up in the Vette
And every time she see me, young p**** get wet
You might love your baby-momma, but I like her a lot
For real though dude, you ain't got what I got
And that lil' girl buddy, she look like Wayne
Maybe you should think about changin a name
I got another story, let me tell ya how it go
'Bout a football n****, that was f***** my ho
He was hangin with the tramp, like day and night
But what dude don't know, is that I'm f***** his wife
And by the way mistaaaa, I even f***** ya sistaaaa
I got'cha momma f***** up, payin all of my bills
And your grandmother bought me some spinnin wheels
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I stay sharp from my head, to my belt, to my toes
Call me "Rubber-Band Man" cause I keep bank rolls (d***)
These rookie view, but don't attempt this at home
Unless ya paint super-wet, and ya rims fully grown
A lot of y'all n***** say I shine to much
Weeelll, kiss my a**, y'all can suck my f***** nuts
Got lil' chrome jets, with livin room sets
And every time I pass, your baby-momma turn her neck
When I come through, b****** go "ohhhhhh"
n***** go "whooo you", n**** I'm a show you
I'm sharpest that'cha ever seen, pimpin stay super-clean
Shoes to the pants, to the shirt do me on the scene
Five-million dead white boys in the bank
And the check that the Williams brothers gave me is blank
Got five-million n****, put away for the fam'
And five-million comin, n**** s*** got-d***!
[Hook]