Life Ain't Nothing But ft. Cimer Amor Lyrics

I used to think that life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, really though

Running around Philly with silly hoes

Used to have me a uptown girl like Billy Joel

Thought the world was mine, couldn't tell me nothing yo

Thinking life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, for real

Had a around the way girl like Uncle L

Went and got her in the squatter hit the block and chill

Life was so simple then, for real

My biggest bill was my pager, mad jawns callin'

I remember when I thought that Olive Garden was ballin'

Let you get the Tour of Italy but not literally

Bad with percentages, you calculate the tip for me

Roll up out of there feelin' just like a star do

Bangin' ass system cost more than the car do

twelves in the trunk, radio with detachable face

Still in mom's basement so we had to go back to your place

Throw on that Ron G r&b blend tape

Had the fat chain, medallion looked like a dinner plate

Poetic Justice, Juice, look Tupac is acting

VCR is buggin' started fuckin' with the tracking

This is back when, way before I had it crackin'

Doing things you can't believe, still up in King with Eve

Tryna graduate, finish class and pass it

And then send shorty through the backseat of that Caprice Classic

I'm a pimp, mack daddy looking for the dollar

And at thirteen I made my first girl holler

Used to roll around in the homie Scott Granada

Dance, do a split, pull myself up by my collar

On my Scoob and Scrap, Daddy Kane, Lean On Me rap

Wanted the MCM trench, my girl wanted the colors like Finesse & Synquis

Green for the money, gold for the honey

Cold when it's sunny, bubble goose with the skully

So gully, no dummy, on the honor roll

Ran scams, thousand a week stuffing envelopes

Never made that much, but did make enough

To hit the record store up and keep my sneaker game tough

Feel me, no homo, Q-Tip was on The Promo

Fast dreams even though things moving in slow-mo

Had style before Belinda Carlisle was in The Go-Go's

Used to roll down 11th and Market to cop my pornos

No limits, no boundaries, no creditors hounding me

Didn't go by record sales, I went by how it sound to me

No categories, everything was underground to me

Why it ought to matter, hit the Y at Broad and Master

Seen EST and Cool C Crushin' and Bussin'

Philly had it poppin' then, Hilltop Hustlin'

Chuck Nice was rockin' a Studio 440

Remember wanting one of them when I was a shorty

Blocks was gritty, Pops took me to Kiddie City

Used to hook me and my brother up, toys like a motherfuck

LTD he used to whip it like a Cadillac

Got a little older, got heavy into battle rap

Then I grew out of that, now I like personal shit

Wanna hear some real talk, some pain in that verse you spit

Your mind matures, you say lines you wouldn't rhyme before

And I'm a work in progress you should follow da bul

Think that life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, really though

Running around Philly with silly hoes

Used to have me a uptown girl like Billy Joel

Thought the world was mine, couldn't tell me nothing yo

Thinking life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, for real

Had a around the way girl like Uncle L

Went and got her in the squatter hit the block and chill

Life was so simple then, for real