Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Good F-ckin' with the chicks Rollin' with the guys Only three words that I by: do or die everybody 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 ma'f-cka
- J. Warner] I was working never knowing at the graveyard Congratulated me a paid hardship Was it hard, did I fall, I did But I got the that made me this rich (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 Someone '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 tell 'em I'm gone
[Tinie - Verse 1] Somewhere on the Islands have Rihanna's listening to Razor light Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she take a flight I made it this far, can't be of heights calls are costing me a pound a minute The jurisdiction's England but I'm in it German my life that's 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 European DJ at my We party hard on them And then party harder on them Still tryna with my ex-girl But she adamant that we be
And I'm too for these dumb bitches Too young for these hairs Too for these 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 living that high life
- J. Warner]
[Verse 2 - Tempah] How you to feel when every door is open for you All Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to you I step on stage, I set the Done a 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, footballer Now I'm tryna f-ck every girl in the Every supermodel and all the 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 better pull 'em up I've got the baddest bitches thinking aint good enough My accountant saving while we getting wasted Told them bitches life is then let 'em taste it