Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks   Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo   Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up?   Stick around      Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana   Stand and pose in front of cameras   With my golden silk pajamas on smoking Havanas, drinking Don P   Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante      Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire   Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air   Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamin's   'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense      I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York   Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts   I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino   Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino      Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters   I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics   Sitting on top of the world like the sun   A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun      It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife   Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice   Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice   And get ready for the glamour life      Ripped off from the infinity   Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity   Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries   All eyes I be, on the quest for loot      Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker   Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha   Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun   (Get the motherfucking gun)   Since [unverified] become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's      Dirty rats pack gats for cheese bullets of breeze at light speed   Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds   Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's   Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys      Please, no remorse for your two face   Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase   You about to take who's place? Not Seis   Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace      The glamour life, the glamour life, yo   It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife   Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice   Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice   And get ready for the glamour life      Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena   The leader, Terror Squad cleaner   Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira   Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick      Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit   My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition   Hollow tips an', cop killers with the [unverified]   Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days      Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke   Always broke with your lazy ways   Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex   In the back seat, having rough sex      I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit   Think twice, I give Christ your kids   I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning   I blaze an L and seek a higher learning   Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally   We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity      It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife   Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice   Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice   And get ready for the glamour life      Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in   I'll like the Yakuza run the Orient   Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went   Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium      She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium   500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian   8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium   Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia      It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia   Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke   Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke   The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'      Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordan's   Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance   Currency's gonna murder me, it's never enough   Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff   Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us      My life, my life   It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife   Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice   Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice   And get ready for the glamour life      The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight   I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right   Enough for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight   Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light      The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit   Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live   I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother   Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer      The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice   Minimize, send them to Christ in the after life   Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it   Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit      Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life   It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life   Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life   Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch