My Life Is Sweet Lyrics - Ballers - 504 Boyz

[Chorus - 2x] 

My life is sweet 

You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps 

Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee 

Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats 

Make them scream wha-wha 

[Curren$y] 

Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city 

To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet 

Performance chip is faster than any jet 

I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet 

I use to hustle on the block for rent 

Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since 

See all these chicks wanna get with me 

Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City 

[Chorus - 2x] 

[Afficial] 

Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic 

And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package 

I leave the country cause Paris cooler 

Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler 

Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead 

Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed 

Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 

16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller 

[Afficial] 

I thought I told you the flow don't stop 

And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock 

You can still catch me up in them clubs 

In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs 

Since they wanna know about my whip 

I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership 

Now how they think they floss toys 

When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys 

[Chorus - 2x] 

[Afficial] 

When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four 

Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors 

Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill 

Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel 

It's real, stack dough and make more 

While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors 

You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche 

I get paid every month like child support 

[Krazy] 

Luxury, I love that bird it's easy 

Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me 

But a 6, without the rims is cheesy 

Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy 

The spinners, on my Navi to tease me 

With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy 

With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me 

I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that 

[Master P] 

You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate 

Flew to Paris or France, just to get away 

Like to party, so we buy the club 

Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs 

The new Hummer, had it before it came out 

200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth 

Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music 

Like the President got a jet and don't even use it 

When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher 

Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires 

In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats 

In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats 

My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball 

My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall 

Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese 

I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green 

[Chorus - 2x]