Glamour style 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 like my man Tony Montana and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on Havanas, drinking Don P Thinking beyond deeper Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante
my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is getting Benjamin's if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
I represent, I'm in to be the king of New from living in tenements to up in house resorts I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war Al Pacino Even De Niro not to gamble in my casino
Vino rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters I got locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics Sitting on top of the like the sun A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, it's Pun
It's the life, blow 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 for the glamour life
Ripped off from the Dump the an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make on my rivalries All I be, on the quest for loot
a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker Sipping alimoca, playing poker some chocha an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun (Get the gun) Since [unverified] become the one for a lump sum of G's
Dirty rats pack for cheese bullets of breeze at light speed Taking your wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed, we let him for 50 G's his body to the states, filled with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for your two Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking You about to take who's place? Not Your body'll be laced, and left without a
The life, the glamour life, yo It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the Players who ain't as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, the dope and rice And get for the glamour life
Yo, the motherfucking Don Cartagena The leader, Terror cleaner your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my is thick
Camouflaging this bitch, so God you start some shit My equipped with an arsenal of ammunition tips an', cop killers with the [unverified] Accounts in Switzerland for rainy
I'm staying paid, you's a joke Always broke your lazy ways Anyway, to the subject, in the bub-Lex In the back seat, having sex
I this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit twice, I give Christ your kids I life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning I an L and seek a higher learning Kaiser's learnin' everything We could de friend for years, cross me once that's
the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but sacrifice Bottle the rock, the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the life
Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, heavy till the 40's in I'll like the Yakuza run the Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter Dicks the fallopian, wide as auditorium
She for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends sell 8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of for sodium Money, money, as the smell of magnolia
get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of Plus songs I wrote, dumb honeys I poke The young blood sat on the in Vant Courtland, slingin'
how he trying to get cash for Jordan's Another cat his Beamer to get the insurance Currency's gonna me, it's never enough my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff Calling Uncle 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 to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the and rice And get ready for the glamour
The glamour life, play precise, defense is I'm out to the score, let's do it right Enough for looking at grave, paying back tonight Yo Twin pass the lah, the light
The glamour life, this life I live is as shit my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live I used to live in the gutter, me and my Now she's fifty old, pushing a hummer
The life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice Minimize, send to Christ in the after life the mic down the line, let them hear it Let fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
life, the glamour life, the glamour life It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, the glamour life Glamour life, glamour life, glamour Cock the hammer, in this life, bitch