Glamour life baby, bottle the rocks the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, up, what up? around
Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour my man Tony Montana and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on Havanas, drinking Don P Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the
Counting my G's, I'm out to be a in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is getting Benjamin's 'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it make sense
I represent, I'm in to be the of New York Went from living in tenements to up in house I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war Al Pacino De Niro know not to gamble in my casino
Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners mobsters I got shit locked Prospect Ave. to the tropics Sitting on top of the world the sun A living from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun
It's the glamour life, up the kids and the wife Players who ain't as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the life
off from the infinity Dump the body an' the shottie the lake, leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the for loot
Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the Sipping alimoca, playing poker with chocha Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to Pun (Get the gun) Since [unverified] become the one for a lump sum of G's
Dirty rats pack gats for cheese of breeze at light speed Taking pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed, we let him for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for two face Inside a symbol, my life throughout the suitcase You about to who's place? Not Seis Your body'll be laced, and left without a
The glamour life, the life, yo It's the glamour life, blow up the and the wife Players who ain't half as swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and And get ready for the glamour
Yo, it's the Don Cartagena The leader, Terror Squad Leave family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is
Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you some shit My equipped with an arsenal of ammunition Hollow tips an', cop killers the [unverified] Accounts in for rainy days
Nigga I'm staying paid, a joke Always broke with your ways Anyway, to the subject, in the bub-Lex In the back seat, rough sex
I love this glamorous I live, having the ice and shit twice, I give Christ your kids I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires I blaze an L and seek a learning Kaiser's learnin' everything We could de friend for years, cross me that's theivity
It's the glamour life, up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, the dope and rice And get ready for the life
Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party till the 40's in I'll like the run the Orient Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his went Dicks the fallopian, wide as auditorium
She for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends Cambodian 8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of for sodium Money, money, sweet as the of magnolia
It's get you down, but you spitting image of Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of Plus I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke The young blood sat on the bench in Courtland, slingin'
Singing how he trying to get cash for cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance Currency's gonna murder me, it's never Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I the stuff Calling Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us
My life, my It's the glamour life, blow up the and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the and rice And get for the glamour life
The glamour life, play precise, is tight I'm out to settle the score, do it right for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight Yo pass the lah, pass the light
The glamour life, this life I is trife as shit Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to I to live in the gutter, me and my mother Now she's fifty years old, a hummer
The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and Minimize, send to Christ in the after life the mic down the line, let them hear it Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy
life, the glamour life, the glamour life It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour Glamour life, glamour life, life Cock the hammer, in this life, bitch