Kick back, a corona by the poolside Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Life F-ckin' with the chicks with the coolest guys Only three words that I by: do or die When making money Everybody on All my niggas sellin' I'll be happy songs Life came at a price, I put my on And did it til it's going going gone
[Chorus - J. I was never knowing at the graveyard 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 whatever you Someone '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 tell 'em I'm gone
[Tinie - Verse 1] Somewhere on the Cayman I'mma have Rihanna's to Razor light Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flight I made it this far, can't be of heights Unimportant calls are costing me a a minute The jurisdiction's 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 your European DJ at my B'day We party hard on them And then harder on them weekends Still tryna sleep my ex-girl But she that we be friends
And I'm too smart for these dumb Too young for grey hairs Too immature for these cars I push a button, change gears And I'm offa them Martini's Faded off Mai Tai Why the should you be sober when you've been living that high life
- J. Warner]
[Verse 2 - Tempah] How you supposed to feel when door is open for you All your chauffeurs never ever spoken to you I on stage, I set the pace Done a couple girl songs to set the record Ask GQ and Q Mag I'm too cool for these My got a bandana on it my is 2pac The weeds good, I 2 drags Mamma me don't do that Old money For every single bit of new cash And new cash for me and all my niggas Big money, figures Now I'm f-ck every girl in the world Every supermodel and all the We all the rage we're the latest Bitch, no I call the shots My bank like Tic Tac Toe Shit loads of 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 we getting wasted Told them bitches life is sweet then let 'em it