More songs by Armani White
Description
Producer: July Da Producer
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Mike Seaberg
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Dave Huffman
Recording Engineer, Studio Personnel: Don Groove
Composer Lyricist: Pharrell Williams
Composer Lyricist: Victor Santiago
Composer Lyricist: Greg Camp
Composer Lyricist: Enoch Armani Tolbert
Composer Lyricist: Julio Angel Fernandez Jr.
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Ayy, Walker on the top. -Yeah. What a life, what a life.
You're living dreams. Pay the price for that money, yeah.
Everybody with you when it's hype, yeah.
Then cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the motherfuckin' lights. I can set this motherfucker off.
Heh, I can set this -motherfucker off. -Cut the lights.
Yeah, I can set this motherfucker off. Yeah, I can set this motherfucker off.
-Ayy.
-Ever since they took the homie Q, I'm playin' different. Runnin' 'round this bitch like they let Quadty out in prison.
I don't call 'em out, some niggas just want my attention.
Couldn't tell you what they said, 'cause I don't listen.
Drop my base, I take a red eye to the ends and then I come back in my A's.
Ran that work up on my break, that's not a comeback in my case. I know they touchy, touchin' nothin', wouldn't run that to my face.
I get to bucka-bucka, bust some pussy, come back when it's safe.
You can fuck the bitch, then I don't need her. If I can't trust a nigga, I go reaper.
I don't mean it. The Last Supper got me on my Jesus.
I know niggas want me dead, but they deny it 'cause we even. What a life, what a life. You're living dreams.
Pay the price for that money, yeah. Everybody with you when it's hype, yeah.
Then cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the motherfuckin' lights.
I can set this motherfucker off. Heh, I can set this motherfucker off.
Yeah, I can set this motherfucker off. Yeah, I can set this motherfucker off.
-Ayy. -I break the rules.
She just see my chain and know I'm makin' moves.
And I know last one that they caught ain't even make the news. The West biggie, pop out by myself eatin' Jamaican food.
I blacked out on that block so many times, ain't even safe to cut the lights.
Karma cut the cash, -climbin' up the flag. -Cut the lights.
-Zippin' up the bag, product out the bag. -Cut the lights.
Doggy bags, holdin' up my pants, I get off the sack. Why's that?
I put both the ass, -I put both the ass. -Cut the lights.
Fuck around, capsule can't do nothin' with me.
'Cause broski don't do bodies, he do wiggy. I'm flyin' out my seat, better keep that eagle like it's legal.
You can tell 'em that I did it for the city. Cut the motherfuckin' lights.
What a life, what a life. You're living dreams. Pay the price for that money, yeah.
Everybody with you when it's hype, yeah.
Then cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the motherfuckin' lights.
I can set this motherfucker off. Heh, I can set this motherfucker off.
Yeah, I can set this motherfucker off.
Yeah, I can set this motherfucker off.
-Cut the lights. -I set this motherfucker off.
What a life, livin' dreams. Pay the price. Everybody with you when it's hype. Cut the lights.
Cut the, cut the, cut the motherfuckin' lights