Kick back, sippin' a corona by the Bumpin' Graduation, to the Good Life F-ckin' the baddest chicks with the coolest guys Only three words that I by: do or die When making money gettin' on All my sellin' drugs I'll be happy selling Life came at a price, I put my on And did it til it's going going gone
[Chorus - J. I was working never knowing at the shift Congratulated me 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 you like Someone tell 'em I'm Eh, someone 'em I'm gone If you're not down, you'll be this life And if you with me, see you on the side someone 'em I'm gone
Tempah - Verse 1] Somewhere on the Cayman I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor Feisty Swedish suggesting she should take a flight I made it far, can't be afraid of heights Unimportant calls are costing me a a minute The England but I'm never in it German Autobahns my life that's why me no I mastered P but I with No Limit on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games Might have your European DJ at my B'day We party hard on weekdays And party harder on them weekends tryna sleep with my ex-girl But she adamant that we be
And I'm too for these dumb bitches Too young for these grey Too immature for fast cars I push a button, change gears And I'm twisted offa Martini's Faded off Mai Tai Why the hell should you be sober when you've been living that high
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[Verse 2 - Tinie How you to feel when every door is open for you All your Polish never ever spoken to you I on stage, I set the pace 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 my is 2pac The good, I have 2 drags told me don't 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 f-ck every in the world Every and all the singers We all the we're the latest goss' Bitch, no I call the shots My balance like Tic Tac Toe Shit of noughts and crosses I work my socks off, you niggas pull 'em up I've got the baddest bitches thinking they aint enough My accountant saving money while we wasted Told them bitches life is then let 'em taste it