Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Good F-ckin' the baddest chicks Rollin' with the guys Only three that I live by: do or die When everybody money Everybody on All my niggas drugs be happy selling songs Life at a price, I put my money on And did it til going going gone ma'f-cka
[Chorus - J. I was working never knowing at the graveyard Congratulated me with a paid 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 you a page of my life (yeah) So you can tell you hold it F-ck it, you can do you like tell 'em I'm gone Eh, someone tell 'em I'm If you're not down, you'll be missing life And if you with me, see you on the other someone 'em I'm gone
[Tinie Tempah - 1] Somewhere on the Islands I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor Feisty Swedish girls she should take a flight I made it this far, be afraid of heights Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a The England but I'm never in it German my life that's why me no limits I mastered P but I with No Limit on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games Might have favourite European DJ at my B'day We party hard on them And then party on them weekends Still tryna with my ex-girl But she adamant we be friends
And I'm too for these dumb bitches Too for these grey hairs Too immature for these cars I push a button, shit gears And I'm offa them Martini's Faded off Mai Tai Why the hell should you be when you've been living that high life
[Chorus - J.
2 - Tinie Tempah] How you supposed to feel when door is open for you All your Polish chauffeurs ever spoken to you I on stage, I set the pace Done a couple girl songs to set the straight Ask GQ and Q Mag I'm too for these douchebags My got a bandana on it my is 2pac The weeds good, I 2 drags told me don't do that Old mentality For every bit of this new cash And new cash for me and all my niggas Big money, footballer Now I'm tryna f-ck girl in the world Every and all the singers We all the rage the latest goss' Bitch, no I call the shots My bank like Tic Tac Toe Shit of noughts and crosses I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up got the baddest bitches thinking they aint good enough My accountant saving money while we getting them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it