No Lie

Cee-Lo:

This is my mothafuckin' life

My life, oh yeah

Crooked I:

Ay, S-L-A, U-G-H, T-E-R, H-O-U-S-E

Yes we are, the best in the biz, the West in the bitch, this East side LB

Money over coochie man, 645 when dip through the burbs

I be on my Gucci Mane, smash on the gas, kick a bitch to the curb

House in the hills, thousands and mill's

Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces and pills, how does it feel?

To count dollar bills that I found off skills

Check it out, Jets fly private

Nigga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip

I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick

On my West side fly shit

Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly

Left Eye side kick

Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls

These bitches wall to wall and they love to floss y'all

This is my motherfucking life

My life, oh yeah

This is my motherfucking life

(Jets fly private, Nigga S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip)

Joell Ortiz:

Sometimes I look around and I just, I just can’t believe it

I’m on a high like a falsetto, maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming

My eyes just quit, look what I’m seeing

My life just shifted, I feel like I’m breathing

Light that spliff

Nah, I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I’m steaming

Patron you my cup, holding mine up

Toasting with a slut, that I know I'm gon' fuck

In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep

Then kick the bitch out when I wake up

Even though baby girl got a large ol' ass

I remember praying that my car goes last

Now my car so fast, I don't think you understand in a Murcielago dash

When it hurts but you ride through the dirt

And you work till it hurt, and you end up on Marshall’s staff

Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy’s

Get a call from your family that your grandma passed

Then you know what you promised her

So that you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava

So proud to be part of a, conglomerate, like this

Cee-Lo:

Every time that they play this

Put your hands up high if

You're happy you made it

It's bittersweet when I say it

But since I'm alive, might as well celebrate

Joe Budden:

What a success story, when the film plays it gets less gory

My son didn’t know who his pop was for years, now it's less Maury

God put it there as a test for me

Used to walk around with a vest at 40

Cops tryna mess hall me

Now babes with the 34F’s adore me

I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy

Now the fans approach, I get paranoid

Where I’m from, they tell me never let your guard rest

But it’s simple to disregard stress

Hoes run to the bone and they far fetched

Royce Da 5'9":

Now jets fly high shit

That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip

As a kid I was poor, playing tag, now I’m it!

For those of yall that don’t remember me

I’m a Detroit Oak Parker

Went from no office to offers

I told ya’ll I would get my daddy out the post office

And so far I don’t really need to own my city

Just as long as the D is on my fitted

My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride

This is the motherfucking life