This Is The Life Chords by Rick Ross
- Key: A
- BPM: 72
- Capo: no capo
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THIS IS THE LIFE ACORDES
[Start] [Intro] C#7 [intro] Billionaire yeah you feel me A I have your bitch lacin' up my shoes homey A Rollin them L's up ha ha A Gettin' Money [Chorus] C#m [chorus: Trey Songz] C#m This is the life this is the life C#m Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin' the dro from robbin' A This is the life this is the life A Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay boppin no stoppin' thats every night C#m This is the life ain't no stoppin' A The love of watchin' bubbles serve it up for a hell of a price A This is the life this is the life C#m This is the this is the life [Verse] [verse one] Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my Stan Smith A Snitches stand clear can't no snitches stand here C#m This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet every year C#m Take a picture canary stones so photogenic A No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go and get it A Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf C#m Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no [Chorus] C#m But I can't I get a rush blowin' dough A I'm gettin' bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough A7 A C#m This is the life I'm ■ in a race to get money A C#m This is the life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me C#m [chorus] [Verse two] A C#m Not ■ that ■ I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant [Verse] A I'm a boss player check my laminent A I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland A White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline C#m She love ballplayers hate the dope boys C#m Cause we fight dogs call me Jeff George A Yea this the Superbowl of the street shit C#m It's all fast food my niggaz eat quick C#m When I seen a million it fucked up my life A Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights [Chorus] C#m Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives A I wouldn't it change for the world C#m This is the life A [chorus] [Verse ■ three] C#m I'm campin' in the Hampton's [Verse] C#m Chillin' in a Playstation A Cause I'm playin' with them chips that you ain't makin' A I ain't fakin' trap ain't vacant A California razors keep me feelin' Jamaican C#m The block bakin' the blunt burnin' A I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners A Fine escorts for the G'd up fee C#m Fine lip servers for the Triple C C#m Words rhymin' best C#m Can't spell well but I define success A I sell well so I make a toast A The fallen comrades hold the bottles up [Chorus] C#m We standin' tall fam' [Chorus] A C#m Amaj7 C#m A C#m A ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Outro] [End]