[Verse 1]
[Stack Bundles]
How you want me to do her, Emilio, poor, [?]
[?] Collins, sippin' on kalua (Where!)
Opium [?], 13th floor (Damn right!)
Fucked the same night I met her like I knew her (Damn!)
Knew a version of Goldie, Bundles the Mac man (I'm the Mac!)
Raise the dick like I'm holding (Who!), a stack man
Pacman, I fuck 'em and be ghost (Ghost!)
Doggy style, jeans on, hand on my toes
And you ain't even close to what we consider a pimp
You out your monkey ass mind, type we consider a chimp (Hah!)
She headed the wrong place, I headed the wrong place
Lookin' at my eyes, ma, you starin' at the wrong face (For real!)
Face it, I'm the Don (Don!)
Flash the bracelet, give it a taste and then I'm gone
So bitch, get your act together
My life's a movie, I leave you in that Ac' forever

[Chorus]
[Max B]
My life's like a movie
'Cause mama keep fallin' in love
My life's like a movie
And I'mma keep smokin' the drugs
My life's like a movie
Ow, she fucks with nothin' but thugs
My life's like a movie
Ow
[Verse 2]
[Mel Matrix]
I ain't lovin' these hoes (G's up!)
Stick to the game, homie, I follow the codes (Keep it pimpin')
'Cause money hungry hoes good for clappin' the grip
Good for switchin' lickin' they lips and suckin' the dick (Fuck you bitches)
So a n**** I don't need no wife
Criticize what I do and talk about my life
Screamin' and yellin', talkin' I bang too hard (East side!)
But you ain't got a problem banging on that Visa card
Man these hoes is somethin' else (For real!)
Good G game to get somethin' for they self
I give bitches the back hand (Smack the shit out ya)
[?] gangbanger, slash track man
I tell bitches I know all about you (All about you)
A couple o' singles and make the hoe come up out you (Come up out you)
Even so, I stick to the script (Stick to the script)
Keep it pimpin', big homie, I don't think with my dick

[Chorus]
[Max B]
My life's like a movie
'Cause mama keep fallin' in love
My life's like a movie
And I'mma keep smokin' the drugs
My life's like a movie
Ow, she fucks with nothin' but thugs
My life's like a movie
Ow
[Verse 3]
[Jim Jones]
Well since my life is like a movie, it got to be a mobster flick (Goodfellas)
And I'm from Harlem so I had to bag the hottest chick
And foreign whips (Ferrari's), automatic, start the shit (Ooh, ooh!)
Valet park the shit, ballin' hard on trip (Ballin'!)
I dipped in my stash, blew it all on the wrist (Bling)
Half a brick worth of cash and blew it all on the Cris (In the club!)
From the Range to the plane, then we landed to an Aston (What else?)
Lights, camera, action, [?] whites harrassin'
Feds on my phone 'cause they listenin' for foul talk (Keep listenin'!)
Lavish lifestyle, a hundred thou on a Porsche (That was cash)
They love the bad guy, thuggin' and he mad fly (Uh huh)
Oh seven nine eleven turbo when he pass by (Flossin'!)
My pockets loaded (Yup!), the hammers loaded (Click clack)
Since we in the public eye, keep the camera rollin' (My good side!)
Well they can kiss ass, that fast money get cash (That's right)
And smile for the camera, that's FBI when the flicks flash (You heard that?)

[Chorus]
[Max B]
My life's like a movie
'Cause mama keep fallin' in love
My life's like a movie
And I'mma keep smokin' the drugs
My life's like a movie
Ow, she fucks with nothin' but thugs
My life's like a movie
Ow