The Life lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah
It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing
How Fly, yeah

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me
I ain't have no pot to p*ss in now I'm checking bags
Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads
Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags
I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear
About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask
Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead
Hoes mad at me cause my phone's off until my plane land
I tell her whoa, slow down baby
And Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady
You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets
A couple of paper planes
Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves
b*tches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages
If you smoke then roll up and play this
Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is

[Chorus: Curren$y]
She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor
Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know
Gain access to exculsive places I go
Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose
But I wouldn't change it for nothing
Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day
Then to be a nobody for your whole life so f*ck it
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah get the cork out the bottles
Put the purp in the easy wider
Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em
A case of mistaken identity
My bad fool I could've swore I brought this one in with me
In the cinnamon interior
Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine
Hijacking your women, you left her unattended
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour
The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered
Sharp as blades, these bars I lay
Forever the player and never played
I slay them b*tches I never save
Bomb ass trees they get blazed
Palm trees we use them for the shade
What else can I say I got it made
Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah