CHANGE MY LIFE lyrics

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh
Bankroll Got It
Uh
I'm finna kill this b*tch, let's go
It's Rich Youngin, 4X (Blatt)
4X, 4X (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
It's 4X, ah, ha (Blatt)

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Young rich n*gga, I bought all my ice (I bought all this sh*t)
Uh, and I'm pourin' Wock' on ice (Uh)
I'm on their ass like white on rice
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, I don't give her advice (Uh, uh)
Signed with Baby, sh*t changed my life
My n*ggas gon' slide, if I'm wrong or I'm right (Uh)
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp ass n*gga
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'm killing this b*tch all night (Uh)
I hit her with all my might (Uh)
She know I di*k her down just right
If she eat the di*k good I might buy her a flight
I might buy her a bag (Uh), if the b*tch could go get me a bag
She love when I f*ck from the back
I'm not her father, she callin' me, "Daddy" (Let's go)
I let my brother tag in, that b*tch booty big, got a wagon (Uh)
You know I'm a dog, I'm a drag her
I ain't cuffin' that nat, I'ma pass her (Uh)
I throw me a Perc' back and be higher than NASA (Uh)
This ice got me cold like Alaska
They know Stunna get sharp than a dagger
Ain't finna beef with no rapper, lil' b*tch, I'm a bagger
Don't pass me no Henny, why not?
'Cause I'm pourin' Wock' on rocks
Uh, could've poured this sh*t on my watch
Ayy, look at these pointers around my clock
b*tch, I got more hoes than Flavor Flav
If that n*gga hatin', then he a f*ckin' lame (Lame)
Badass lil' n*gga, I paved the way
Used to be broke, now I ball like Damon Wayans (Ball)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Young rich n*gga, I bought all my ice (Uh)
And I'm pourin' Wock' on ice
I'm on their ass like white on rice
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, I don't give her advice (Thot, thot)
Signed with Baby, sh*t changed my life (On gang)
My n*ggas' gon' slide, if I'm wrong, I'm right
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp ass n*gga
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Hit him with the stick on sight
Make a n*gga do the moonwalk like Mike
Smack a rap n*gga like Ike
Every time I run into that f*ck boy, he be playin' nice
Shoot a-shoot a f*ck n*gga on sight
Down a couple pounds, and catch me a flight
Truth be told, I'm only here for the night
Tryna catch a girl, get a girl, f*ck on your wife
Truth be told, I'm at war with the opps
Leave a n*gga cold like some daiquiri
And I keep a fully loaded MAC with me
And I'm sick of Uncle Sam taxin' me
I ain't never broken bread with no thot
Ain't no thot even askin' me
She got good pus*y like a massager
Stick it in, she relaxin' me
Pulled down for the backend
I done got the MAC in, you don't even know I'm packin'
Quarterback, throw a pack in
Middle man slackin', he in need for a whackin'
Rich Youngin', what's brackin'?
Twistin' fingers up, we call that stackin'
Get caught relaxin'
Where I'm from, n*gga, we call that lackin'
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Young rich n*gga, I bought all my ice
And I'm pourin' Wock' on ice
I'm on their ass like white on rice
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, I don't give her advice (Thot, thot)
Signed with Baby, sh*t changed my life (On gang)
My n*ggas' gon' slide, if I'm wrong, I'm right
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp ass n*gga
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)