Songtexte Life Is Good - Pac Div

Say what push push push
Say what push push push
Say what what what

Man I need that Bill Gates
I need that Oprah
I need that green baby
I need that Oprah
You see my game face
Come get a close up
I let the girls flock
But not if they vultures
Baby let's post up
Girl we can toast up
I bring the champagne
Rose mimosas
I keep my head up
Yes I am focused
No I can't kick it with you
If you talking broke shit
No no
Did you read the memo
Me and my fellow
All about the dollars
Creflo, commas, zeros
Lobster, pasta, jello
Will I trick it off?
No, nada, hell no

Only thing I know
Pedal to the metal
Wait 'til my money take it to another level
When I ride by, raise high baby hello
Will I ever hate it in my ride?
Hell no
Tell 'em how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell 'em how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggas how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggas how you feeling bro
Life is good

Access to the debit
Baby let me get it
Them blocked phone numbers keep fucking with my credit
Understand I get it
Live it by any means
Hugo Lindenberg don't rock any jeans
Bou just get with the team
Heard you was a diva
Five minutes later had her faded off sativas
Low cut caesars
Cool as a penguin
Your friends wanna hate
I can fix them chickens' faces
One for the ladies
Who tryna get put on
Usher at the club
Two kids left at home
Three county checks
She done spent up on the clothes
Four friends always ride with me when I roll

Only thing I know
Pedal to the metal
Wait 'til my money take it to another level
When I ride by, raise high baby hello
Will I ever hate it in my ride?
Hell no
Tell 'em how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell 'em how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggas how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggas how you feeling bro
Life is good

I make a couple bucks
But no time chasing hoes
Chasing dough
Fuck is up
Club life boring
No club night for me
Stay home
Netflix watching thug life stories
Sipping Bud Light 40s
'Til I'm pudge like N.O.R.E
Still daydreaming I could fuck like Voorhees
Clutch like Horry
Don't like my shit
I could give two fucks
Write the punchlines for me
I was ripping motherfuckers up
And y'all was playing double dutch
Now I'm into slim waist
Cute face bubble butts
Oh she gotta rap huh
Guess I gotta double up
Oh you writing checks huh
Guess you better double up
Back in my days
We would take the fade knuckle up
Niggas nowadays wearing lip gloss pucker'd up
I don't know what is up
You be on that new new
I be over this way
Do whatever you do

Only thing I know
Pedal to the metal
Wait 'til my money take it to another level
When I ride by, raise high baby hello
Will I ever hate it in my ride?
Hell no
Tell 'em how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell 'em how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggas how you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggas how you feeling bro
Life is good