Verse 1:
I live the life of a celebrity
A made figga way bigger than them other cats you love to see
I'm gettin' paid like I'm 'posed to
My homies call me on my mobile, wanna hang
We still close, too
I switched positions with them po' cats
I write raps, make millions like that
I like that
Really never was a rich man
A rubber band for a wrist band
Got dough and had to switch plans
Trouble still don't stop
The freeway, gettin' chased by some bad missies
Wantin' autographed pictures
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass, make a move on 'em
Hey!
Hennessey with the chardonnay
Mix it
I put the trees in the garsay
Twist it
A true player smokin' purple hair
Two shots in the air for my true thugs out there
Chorus:
(112)
This life I live of mine
This life is crazy
I waste no time at all
They won't stop callin' me
This life I live of mine
This life is crazy
I waste no time at all
They won't stop callin' me
Callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
Say my name
Callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
Say my name
Verse 2:
Let me explain what the game like
I did a show in California, had to be in Las Vegas the same night
Me and 112 on the same flight
An' getting tired
It ain't easy being worldwide
I seen murder come with fame in this rap game
Gotta stay strapped if you rap, so I pack thangs
All my dogs pack thangs
An' plus we love to ball
Don't want no problem with you homey
I mean none at all
An' to my rich cats put them big face bills in the air
My po' cats sell more sex 'til you there
Love bein' millionaires
Been all around the world
Turned the squares into true players
Cheap watches turned to Cartiers
Locals turned to gators
Point 3s turn to 5 Cs
All these car keys
Jump in the Benz, hit The Shark Bar
You know they love to see a hot star
Chorus
Verse 3:
An' for my dogs I ain't seen in a while
I still got love for ya'll
Ain't got a chance to return your call
I'm in Chicago
I'm gettin' paid man
Bigger figgas everywhere that I go
I'm still hearin' 'bout drama poppin' in the hood
Heard everybody doin' good an' I like that
Irv said ya'll got the block locked
He tell me K and Big Chris ridin' drop top
Flossin', I'm getting letters from my fans
Hard to write back
Put a fly picture in the mail
Hope they like that
Prayin' that the fame don't kill us all
The magazines to the big screens
It ain't easy as the shit seems
Throwin' up my deuces as I pass by
Showin' love to the south side, all the players outside
An' we gon' spend G's tonight
Hotel's on me
Shit's free tonight, c'mon
Chorus to fade