Living Good (Ft. Jong)
[Chorus: Rubz & Jong]
I'm cooking up myself some dinner man I'm living good
I'm living life how I wanna just like a rapper should
I'm smoking dutchies that I rolled myself I'm living good
I'm out here balling everyday I know you wish you could
I'm putting in the time lil' homie I'm living good
I'm trapping and finessin' I just hit another jug
I profit with my niggas everyday we living good
I'm out here balling everyday I know you wish you could
[Verse 1: Rubz]
Was busy balling now I'm back to rapping
DeSean Jackson, always a threat to making shit happen
Oneofone I couldn't handle the saddest faction
You looking for some Facetime, but I'm busy trapping
You all talk lil' bitch, let me see you in action
Ya see I'm good with the pen, but can never depend
On anybody any given day it's outta hand
You gotta do it yourself, not to mess with the plan
I don't fuck with nobody
Got no trust in nobody
You only get one life
Don't fuck with ya body
The fish ain't ready for these waves on the center stage
Dame Dollar with the cross, I set em ablaze
Smoking strong and your music sounding seven days
I tend to tear the place down when they let me rage
I won't stop til' I'm banking off it, cause I'm too legit
Searing up steak, salmon, scallops, and that tuna fish
[Chorus: Rubz & Jong]
I'm cooking up myself some dinner man I'm living good
I'm living life how I wanna just like a rapper should
I'm smoking dutchies that I rolled myself I'm living good
I'm out here balling everyday I know you wish you could
I'm putting in the time lil' homie I'm living good
I'm trapping and finessin' I just hit another jug
I profit with my niggas everyday we living good
I'm out here balling everyday I know you wish you could
[Verse 2: Jong]
20 years and I'm whippin' the coop
Drop top, so the haters could view
Up now, we ain't thinking bout' you
Ya bitch on my dick and she swallowing too
Counting bands til' my fingers turn blue
Wake up, cake up, what I do (Cash out)
Then I go fuck on my bitch (Drip)
I drop the top on my whip (Swerve)
Sauce god with the fits
All green, G.Smith
Bitch I be ballin' like Kobe
Out of the country, Ginóbili
I'm cashing out with my brodies
Tell her go fuck on my homies'
She say "you killing me slowly"
Wait bitch, you don't know me
After money, coming straight for the throat
Double digits, water whippin' the boat
Peter Fischer, just like Murder, She Wrote
Murder my dick in the back of her throat
Yea I'm a King like Jong is on the throne
Flash out Houdini, he whippin' the bone
Free all the hitta's who ain't coming home
RIP Tookey, ya presence was known
Questioning me? But I ain't inditin'
Y'all niggas was beefin', my niggas was snipping
My niggas is viper striking in the bricks
18, with the Sigg on my hip
Aunt Jemima, how I'm whippin' the mix
I ain't say nothing bout' touching no bricks
Hunnit band juggin and bands what I flip
My niggas gorillas they taking ya bitch
[Chorus: Rubz & Jong]
I'm cooking up myself some dinner man I'm living good
I'm living life how I wanna just like a rapper should
I'm smoking dutchies that I rolled myself I'm living good
I'm out here balling everyday I know you wish you could
I'm putting in the time lil' homie I'm living good
I'm trapping and finessin' I just hit another jug
I profit with my niggas everyday we living good
I'm out here balling everyday I know you wish you could
[Outro: Rubz and Jong]
Hollup'
(Aye, Aye, Aye)
I'm coming down Imma roll up another wood
(Y'all already know who the fuck it is man)
(Ooo, Ooo, Ooo)
No way you fucking wit me, but I wish you would
(Don't fuck wit me bruh, hahaha)
(Aye, Aye, Aye)
20 years, and I'm whippin' the coop
(Ooo, Ooo, Ooo)
Up now, we ain't thinking bout' you
Jay
