Kick back, a corona by the poolside Graduation, welcome to the Good Life F-ckin' the baddest chicks Rollin' the coolest guys Only three that I live by: do or die When everybody money Everybody on All my sellin' drugs I'll be selling songs came 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 me with a paid hardship Was it hard, did I fall, I did But I got the scars that made me rich (Yeah) And all I'm doing now is giving you a page of my (yeah) So you can before 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, be missing this life And if you with me, see you on the side tell 'em I'm gone
[Tinie - Verse 1] Somewhere on the Cayman I'mma have Rihanna's to Razor light Feisty girls suggesting she should take a flight I made it this far, can't be of heights calls are costing me a pound a minute The jurisdiction's but I'm never in it German Autobahns my life why me no limits I mastered P but I aint No Limit Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those games Might have your favourite DJ at my B'day We hard on them weekdays And then harder on them weekends Still tryna sleep with my But she that we be friends
And I'm too smart for these bitches Too young for grey hairs Too immature for these fast I push a button, shit change And I'm twisted them Martini's off that Mai Tai Why the hell should you be sober when you've been that high life
[Chorus - J.
2 - Tinie Tempah] How you supposed to when every door is open for you All your Polish chauffeurs never 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 these My wardrobe got a on it my is 2pac The good, I have 2 drags told me don't do that Old money For single bit of this new cash And new cash for me and all my niggas Big money, footballer Now I'm tryna every girl in the world supermodel and all the singers We all the we're the latest goss' Bitch, no tequila I the shots My bank balance Tic Tac Toe Shit loads of and crosses I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up I've got the baddest bitches they aint good enough My saving money while we getting wasted Told them bitches is sweet then let 'em taste it