Wednesday, November 6, 2013

"Life$tyle" Lyrics by Casey Veggies ft. Curren$y

Casey grabs a verse from Spitta on the remix to "Life$tyle".

Casey Veggies ft. Curren$y - "Life$tyle" Lyrics

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Always chasin' money I think Nike should have paid me
No this shit ain't funny been with Josh Peas lately
Japanese denim still growing still winnin'
Baby girl want me and she watch me cause she on me
I be popping but I'm lowkey, chillin, choppin with my OG
Got my mom a new spot and I'm plotting on gold rollies
Just did a show in DC and we had them really going
If it wasn't my song all around the world then I wasn't really knowing
She messin' with the whole squad she ain't hoein' she's just goin'
I'm just knowin' that's just me
All the time that's just how it be
In the town and through the streets
Rollin' round it's Young CV
It's goin' up, it's goin' down
That mean the same thing, got a different sound
Got a different vibe, don't blow my high
I should change, I won't realize that
Another mindset other than mine I can't provide that
I soul search, write cold raps
Besides that little mama you should slide through

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
Get piped down baby
It's nice out lately
Ask me who employed this might sound crazy
Lookin' straight faced said "The lifestyle paid me
Anything else I wouldn't have patience"
Pipe down baby
Lifestyle crazy
Lifestyle paid me
Lifestyle made me
Lifestyle stages never gonna fade me
Said she tryna' roll but where you wanna take me

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I'm dumb high
Jammin' to some tunes my phone provide
DJ for the drive
Count your blessing you inside its cold out tonight
My ex ho's will tell ya, how much they miss the shelter
Of us being together, forty thousand feet baby I can change the weather
Gone in 60 Seconds, zero to sixty as quick as I tell your girl to come get me
Landin' at the airport as the sweatpants boss
Gator lacoste her Range Rover with sport
Perfect for her lil pretty ass, I let the gas
Lean my seat back, but with one tweet I let the whole world know where Im at
Now bring me on Fairfax a few fashionable items
Now im back to ridin'
I buy a Chevy out my show deposit bitch Im clownin'
Bought a couple foreign cars then I forgot to drive em
Jetlife mama Im about this and a pilot


[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Been around the globe, a million different places
Peas and Carrots tee, sneakers to the pavement
Kill em with the swag and leavin' all the traces
Ride my own waves, don't participate in races
Casey why you sag if you got a Fendi belt?
You callin' out what's wrong, you should be lookin' at yourself
I'm lookin' at the game, it seem it needs some help
They callin' out my name, I'm callin' out my worth
Reluctantly, I don't think she'll ever get enough of me
Or what's left of me, maybe I just had a mental telepathy
Got the best of me, you know how it goes when you're dealing with the extra things
That come with the cars, and the clothes, and the friends that all the money brings
It's the lifestyle, oh nice wow growing up quite fast
Just slow it down we might crash
At least we made some nice cash
Comping off emotions like the roses through the ocean
And she wet got that potent and she open so I told her