[Chorus: Kia Shine & Yo Gotti]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young n***a living how he supposed, ya know

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I got 16-28 grams broke down to dimes
What's my life like, n***a? It's a constant grind
You got seven, eight or nine you can push on
'Cause I'm a selfish n***a, I want 10 strong
Oh no, it happened again
Let me get a good flow of that dro again
Got phone blowin' up like a high school bell
Plus the price skyrocket like dope in jail
Break it down in small portions, fuck sellin' a O
You'd rather make seven or eight or cock bound for the 4
I'm a hustler far from being a busta n***a
You got good game, but still don't trust ya, n***a
You can catch me in the neighborhood, winter or summer
Spring or fall, 'cause n***a I be selling it all
From junts to blunts blunts to bags and bags to O's
O's to pounds, I'm just holding it down

[Chorus: Kia Shine & Yo Gotti]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young n***a living how he supposed, ya know
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young n***a living how he supposed, ya know
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I got 36 ounces blocked up pure yola
Make it times 2 once I hit it with the soda
Whip it up good in a beacon and a blender
Have it rock hard plus white as December
I switch up my raps, yo I never go the same way
Plus I get a different prepaid every 30 days
So if I get jam, I know where it came from
Rub my shit suitable, never serve unusual
All money ain't good and all money ain't fine
Some money come with blood and some money come with time
Some money can't spend and some money ain't safe
Money in the wrong way will lead you to the wrong place

[Chorus: Kia Shine & Yo Gotti]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young n***a living how he supposed, ya know
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young n***a living how he supposed, ya know

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I got 8 or 9 paints and a bottle of kay row
And I woundn't give a fuck if you nod or stay woke
I just got back from the NYC, 250 a paint
Back in Memphis, tenn with drank
50 a ounce after I done added the bounce
45 get the nine and every dollar gone count
I'm a hustler, don't make me say it again
I ain't trying to please a n***a, I'm trying to stack some ends
The strong survive while the weak slowly dyin'
I'm congruent to them boys, I'm out there slanging them pies
They never stop trying, they never give up, they gotta succeed
My life is like the saying, n***a, crack, speed or weed
[Chorus: Kia Shine]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young n***a living how he supposed, ya know
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young n***a living how he supposed, ya know