Detail, The Game, Toolez - Living Better Now lyrics

Two door top off, what it gon' cost
Got my bank account, ain't for those teases
I got a bad bitch with a bad friend
And I think both of them hoes is Belizean
Yeah, birds eye, see the money from the sky
If I cannot get it off
Best believe I'm gon' try
Ain't a mothafuckin' tear comin'
Down my eye
So I beat up on this track
And make that mothafucka cry
My estates got gates on the hills
I'm on top of 'em
Girls have fun so a nigga Cyndi Lauper 'em
Roundin' up the pussy
Automatic gon' chopper 'em
Rockstar lifestyle so I stay rockin' 'em
I'm in plain sight, money game right
Pussy same night
Livin' like a king, it ain't right
Nigga hang tight
Grindin' these bitches, my dear
Here's my headlights
Ground to the sky, window seat
See the world like

However livin' better now
Livin' better now
However livin' better now, better
Better now
However livin' better now
Livin' better now
Livin', livin' better now
Livin' better now
However livin' better now
Livin' better now
However livin' better now, better
Better now
However livin' better now, better now
Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend

However livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Cock back Berettas now, lay whoever down
Me and Detail scopin' out females
Fuck a phone number
Bitch all we need is a e mail
Red bottoms, let them suckas pay retail
While valet the Aston Martin, calm the V12
Boss shit
Used to play the middleman and toss bricks
Now I push it up on Sunset, floss shit
Number 4 Jordans, Lacoste shit
You on to the next nigga
We hoppin' off shit
You niggas talkin' 'bout it
You ain't never bought bricks
Put a hole in one of you niggas
I'm on my golf shit
Blowin' grass, yeah and the iron good
I fuck a bitch in my leisure
Nigga Tiger Woods
We spend money like it ain't ours
The Ace of Spades 480, that's eight hours

Bitch you lookin' at a player
Every time you see a nigga I
Be lookin' dead on there
Shorty with the derrier
She can't help it but to stare
Pink champagne, shit is lookin' very rare
No glare but my shades on, Cool Greys on
Harlem bitches wanna blow, get the napalm
Got the purple on deck like I'm Raekwon
Flyer than them all
I just didn't have a cape on
Uh, rackin' up the Sky Miles
Never touchdown I ain't never see a pylon
Uh, bitch you lookin' at a icon
Step up in the club
Shit is lookin' like a pile-on
Okay we winnin'
You niggas is fuckin' losers
Standin' on the couch and singin'
Shout out to Luther
Nigga we are ballin'
Why you committin' bloopers
The 'hood call me Rondo
I'm surrounded by shooters