BLEU, French Montana — Life Worth Living

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You know what it is
When you hear that haan
BLEU, what up? (Montana)

G’s up, hoes down
Bitch can’t swim, she gonna drown
From the bottom, that nigga you know now
You talking about the wave, we started the whole sound

Before I go to sleep, I pray for a billion
These bad bitches sure make live worth living
This fucking money sure make live worth living
They say they wanna kill him, but it’s cap
They say he really living what he rap (Ayy)
Really living what he rap, uh
Really living what he rap (Real)
These bad bitches sure make live worth living (For real)
This fucking money sure make live worth living

I’m done being humble
That bank account showing extraordinary numbers
Comma, comma, comma, building million-dollar entities
Comma, comma, comma until it turn to parentheses
All this fucking drama, we was friends, now we enemies
Niggas that I played with in park ball, little league
Shit getting weird, nigga blowin’ up suddenly
Got it in the Louis bag only for emergencies
Knowing that I sex you, you still acting cordially
You ain’t tell the internet nothing out of courtesy
All these niggas young bosses, coming up up under me
I can feel the summer breeze
The crib like Tony, resort style
I got niggas handle my shit out of the courts now
Kicking your door down, them lawsuits easy to file
Hope you can swim, this water easy to drown (Yeah)

Before I go to sleep (Sleep), I pray for a billion (Billion)
These bad bitches sure make live worth living (For real)
This fucking money sure make live worth living (Real)
They say they wanna kill him, but it’s cap (Cap)
They say he really living what he rap (Ayy)
Really living what he rap, uh
Really living what he rap (Real)
These bad bitches sure make live worth living (For real)
This fucking money sure make live worth living (Montana)

Living what I rap, I might go down for the Rico (Rico)
Sniping, catch me with Anitta in Puerto Rico (Woo)
This that Paul Wall gold grill, Mike Jones piece (Uh)
It’s that Kentucky John Wall with the arm sleeves (Uh)
And if that head good, pay the car note
Her front yard like Rozay car show (Yeah)
Shorty bad, she wanna be the BM
But if I curve, she gonna screenshot the DMs (Ah)
Hundred million, diamond singles, done being humble (Humble)
Hits every summer, whole decade, I ain’t fumble (Haan)
But then again, all glory to God
She gonna do it for the boy because she married to the mob (Mob)

G’s up (G’s up), hoes down (Hoes down)
If a bitch can’t swim, she gonna drown (Uh-huh)
From the bottom, that nigga you know now
You talking about the wave, we started the whole sound

Before I go to sleep (Sleep), I pray for a billion (Billion)
These bad bitches sure make live worth living (For real)
This fucking money sure make live worth living (Real)
They say they wanna kill him, but it’s cap (Cap)
They say he really living what he rap (Ayy)
Really living what he rap, uh
Really living what he rap (Real)
These bad bitches sure make live worth livin’ (For real)
This fuckin’ money sure make live worth livin’