Rich Nigga Lifestyle Rick Ross (Ft. Nipsey Hussle & Teyana Taylor)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin' war‚ but have you lived first?
I'm just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel worse
May be a lost cause‚ but let's still search
Until the day I die, holdin' my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?
Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin' down the block holdin' my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
They gon' keep us in the ghetto 'til we move out
And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
I don't give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein' self-made give me so much leverage, Boss

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I'ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you're livin', ooh
It's a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I'm so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah