Kick back, a corona by the poolside Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Life F-ckin' the baddest chicks with the coolest guys Only words that I live by: do or die When making money Everybody on All my sellin' drugs I'll be happy songs Life came at a price, I put my on And did it til going going gone ma'f-cka
[Chorus - J. I was never knowing at the graveyard shift Congratulated me with a hardship Was it hard, did I fall, I did But I got the scars that made me rich (Yeah) And all I'm now is giving you a page of my life (yeah) So you can before you hold it it, you can do whatever you like 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 side tell 'em I'm gone
[Tinie Tempah - 1] on the Cayman Islands I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor Feisty Swedish girls she should take a flight I made it this far, can't be afraid of Unimportant calls are me a pound a minute The jurisdiction's but I'm never in it German Autobahns my life that's why me no I mastered P but I with 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 party harder on weekends Still tryna sleep with my But she adamant we be friends
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 them off that Mai Tai Why the hell should you be sober when you've been that high life
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[Verse 2 - Tinie How you supposed to feel when door is open for you All your Polish 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 douchebags My got a bandana on it Cause my is The weeds good, I 2 drags Mamma told me do that Old money For every single bit of this new And new cash for me and all my niggas Big money, figures Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world Every supermodel and all the We all the rage we're the latest Bitch, no tequila I the shots My bank like Tic Tac Toe Shit loads of and crosses I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up I've got the baddest thinking they aint good enough My accountant money while we getting wasted Told them bitches life is sweet let 'em taste it