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 I live by: do or die When everybody money Everybody on All my niggas drugs I'll be happy selling 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 Congratulated me with a paid Was it hard, did I fall, I did But I got the scars made me this rich (Yeah) And all I'm doing now is giving you a of my life (yeah) So you can tell before you it F-ck it, you can do whatever you tell 'em I'm gone Eh, tell 'em I'm gone 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 have Rihanna's listening to Razor light Feisty girls 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 Autobahns my life that's why me no limits I mastered P but I aint No Limit on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games Might have your European DJ at my B'day We party on them weekdays And then harder on them weekends tryna sleep with my ex-girl But she that we be friends
And I'm too smart for these bitches Too young for these grey Too immature for these fast I push a button, shit change And I'm twisted them Martini's Faded off Mai Tai Why the hell should you be sober when you've been living that high
- J. Warner]
[Verse 2 - Tinie How you supposed to when every door is open for you All your Polish chauffeurs 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 for these douchebags My wardrobe got a on it my is 2pac The weeds good, I have 2 Mamma me don't do that Old mentality For every single bit of new cash And new cash for me and all my niggas Big money, figures Now I'm tryna f-ck every girl in the supermodel and all the singers We all the rage the latest goss' Bitch, no tequila I the shots My balance like Tic Tac Toe loads of noughts and crosses I my socks off, you niggas better pull 'em up I've got the baddest thinking they aint good enough My accountant money while we getting wasted Told them bitches is sweet then let 'em taste it