What I Live for Video (MV)

Don't believe I'm living it up, the pimp cups actually
To the brim, dudes is mad with me
Act'in up much like an awards with the Academy
They comment so dramatically
Like oh woe is me, stay abreast like hosiery
Knowing damn well they've chosen me
Cause I'm so arrogant, how I lay back lavishly
I'm in the patch where the cabbage be
I lace chicks like Cagney
Orchestrate a climax tight as those of Carnegie
Believe I'm living it up accordingly
Year one, two point five reportedly
But the numbers get skewed like ya'll rap dudes integrity
What I die for is equities
Play the strip, next night probably overseas
Ya'll don't wanna live life like me, do ya
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for
I'm living where the coast is clear
If not for the yacht, you would not know the coast was here
Sip Scotch under chandeliers
On the rocks, near the beach you could find me taking off brassieres
I live for, putting an end to new careers
And a nine, in front of the m, if you dare
Greed is my only fear
Do or die, mentality will not permit me to share
I've since, grown accustomed to things custom
A dash, with about ten or more functions
Elbow rubs amongst corporate luncheons
I'm smug, what I hear in so may assumptions
Like, he's making me sick, far too consumed with chips
No way he could be that rich
But, I could understand why his nicknames son of a bitch
He lives for everything we wish
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for
You could bounce to this
If you up in the club popping off to this
All we trying to do is get money
Chill where it's sunny
And show off what's on the wrist
You could bounce to this
If you up in the club popping off to this
All we trying to do is get money
Chill where it's sunny
And show off what's on the wrist
I live, for the trips where they trying to see who I'm with
Possibly a Hollywood actress
I'm flicked up, every time I flip
Front the club, paparazzi got me switching up my wipes
Same way as I switch my chicks
Numerous as my nicks, back when I used to break up bricks
That's when I found out, there was more money out in the sticks
Up until I got cuffed and clipped
Would have got more time if they got me on the main offense
For the goods that I used to fence
Court room with the DA, mother's face full of suspence
Measuring my public defense
This is what I rather confess, than have the press to print
Names parallel to William Smith
Same stats, just darker myth
Otherwise, anything else is something you would have to miss
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for