Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside Bumpin' Graduation, to the Good Life with the baddest chicks Rollin' with the coolest Only three words I live by: do or die When everybody money gettin' on All my niggas sellin' be happy selling songs Life at a price, I put my money on And did it til it's going going gone
[Chorus - J. I was working never knowing at the shift me with a paid hardship Was it hard, did I fall, I did But I got the scars that made me this (Yeah) And all I'm doing now is giving you a of my life (yeah) So you can tell you hold it F-ck it, you can do whatever you tell 'em I'm gone Eh, someone tell 'em I'm If you're not down, you'll be missing this And if you with me, see you on the side someone 'em I'm gone
Tempah - Verse 1] Somewhere on the Islands I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flight I it this far, can't be afraid of heights Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a The England but I'm never in it German Autobahns my that's why me no limits I mastered P but I aint with No Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for Heat games Might your favourite European DJ at my B'day We party on them weekdays And then party harder on them Still tryna with my ex-girl But she adamant we be friends
And I'm too for these dumb bitches Too young for grey hairs Too immature for these cars I a button, shit change gears And I'm twisted offa them Faded off Mai Tai Why the hell should you be sober when you've living that high life
- J. Warner]
[Verse 2 - Tempah] How you supposed to feel every door is open for you All your Polish never ever spoken to you I step on stage, I set the a couple girl songs to set the record straight Ask GQ and Q Mag I'm too cool for douchebags My wardrobe got a on it Cause my is The weeds good, I 2 drags Mamma told me do that Old mentality For every single bit of new cash And this new for me and all my niggas Big money, footballer Now I'm tryna every girl in the world Every supermodel and all the We all the we're the latest goss' Bitch, no tequila I call the My balance like Tic Tac Toe Shit loads of and crosses I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up I've got the baddest bitches thinking they aint enough My accountant money while we getting wasted them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it