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