High Life Hustle

[Intro] Yeah... West Coast sound... Feel that bass... Countin' stacks, watch the paper chase... Let's ride... [Verse 1] Sunset bleedin' on the chrome, low rider sittin' pretty Got that sticky icky chronic smell, floatin' through the city (Uh huh) Double cup leanin', Hennesy got me feelin' blessed Ain't no stress when you got the green and the liquor's the best Bankroll thick, vintage Franklins, yeah, that old money talk Could buy the block, shut it down, just for a midnight walk Top shelf smoke, imported bottles, whatever I demand Got that premium package, yeah, the finest in the land Cruisin' slow then p***h it, engine screamin' down the lane Got a bad one ridin' shotgun, whisperin' my name (Yeah) Head game strong, focus split between the road and bliss Pedal down, livin' fast, ain't nothin' gone miss Backseat symphony, thick thighs and that round applause Puttin' in that work, yeah, we breakin' all the laws (Of nature) From the green haze to the brown liquor, to the curves in leather Stackin' cheddar, gettin' better, aimin' for forever... [Chorus] High life hustle, money muscle, puffin' on that gas (That gas!) Sippin' gold, ridin' bold, watchin' cash amass (So fast!) Bad bitches bendin' over, fulfillin' every wish (Every wish!) Drivin' reckless, gettin' neck, yeah, this that lavish shit! (Uh!) [Verse 2] Vault full of vintage, not that digital pretend Real paper, real power, money ain't got no end Got the plug on speed dial for that sticky, stinky bud Nothin' but the chronic, yeah, it's swimmin' in my b***d (Swimmin') Bar stocked like a fortress, finest scotch, the rarest wine Pour it up, no water down, this decadence is mine Spotted her across the club, that wagon sittin' right Whispered in her ear, "Tonight, we takin' different flight" (Yeah) Fast car, faster hands, pushin' limits on the curve While she workin' magic, dedication she observe From the clouds inside my mind to the leather on the seat Every single moment raw, impossible to b**t Buy the best, demand the rest, ain't no price too steep From the dankest kush to the finest freak, secrets that I keep... [Chorus] High life hustle, money muscle, puffin' on that gas (That gas!) Sippin' gold, ridin' bold, watchin' cash amass (So fast!) Bad bitches bendin' over, fulfillin' every wish (Every wish!) Drivin' reckless, gettin' neck, yeah, this that lavish shit! (Uh!) [Outro] Yeah... West Coast... Forever... Count it up... Smoke clears... That's the life... That's the life... Fade out...