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Like we always do it this time
I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
I'ma get on this TV, mama
I'ma, I'ma push it down
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh
Welcome to the good life
Where niggas that sell D
Won't even get pulled over in they new V
The good life, let's go on a livin' spree
Shit, they say the best things in life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like NY, summertime Chi, ayy
(Now throw your hands up in the sky)
So I roll through good
You pop the trunk, I'll pop the hood, Ferrari
And she got the goods and she got that ass
I got to look, sorry
Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned
Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's
50 Told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"
The good life
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
(Now throw your hands up in the sky)
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
(Now throw your hands up in the sky)
Ayy
(I'ma get on this TV, mama)
(I'ma, I'ma push it down)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh
Welcome to the good life
Where we like the girls who ain't on TV
'Cause they got more ass than the models
The good life, so keep it comin' with the bottles
'Til she feel boozed like she bombed out Apollo
The good life, it feel like Houston
It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C
It feel like VA or the Bay or Yay, ayy
This is the good life
(Welcome to the good life)
Homie, tell me what's good
Why I only got a problem when you in the hood?
(Welcome to the good life)
Like I'm new in the hood
The only thing I wish, I wish a nigga would
(Welcome to the good life)
He probably think he could
But, but, I don't think he should
(Welcome to the good life)
50 Told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"
The good life
Now I, I go for mine (Yeah), I got to shine
(Now throw your hands up in the sky)
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
(Now throw your hands up in the sky)
Ayy
(I'ma get on this TV, mama)
(I'ma, I'ma push it down)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh
Have you ever popped champagne on a plane while gettin' some brain?
Whipped it out, she said, "I've never seen Snakes on a Plane"
Whether you broke or rich, you gotta get biz
Havin' money's the everything that havin' it is
I was splurgin' on Tris
But when I get my card back activated, I'm back to Vegas
'Cause I always had a passion for flashin'
Before I had it, I closed my eyes and imagined
The good life
Is the good life better than the life I live?
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy
And now my grandmama ain't the only girl callin' me baby
And if you're feelin' me now
Then put your hands up in the sky and let me hear you say
Ayy, ayy, ooh



Авторы: Ryan B. Tedder, Brent Michael Kutzle, Noel Patrick Zancanella, Eddie Ray Fisher Copyright: Midnite Miracle Music, Acornman Music, Songs Of Patriot Games, Ljf Publishing Co., Papa George Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Bmg Sapphire Songs, John Legend Publishing, Yellowbrick Road Music, Ljf Publishing Co, Sony Pop Music Publishing, Universal Music Z Songs



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