Life Is Good

Say what push, push Say what push, push Say what push, push Say what, what, what Man I need that Bill Gates, I need that Oprah I need that green baby I need that old grub You see my game face, come get a close up I let the girls fly, 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 [?] load, karma, zeros, lobster, pasta, jello Well I trick it off, no, nada, hell no Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal Wait till my money take it take it to another level When I ride by wave hi baby hello Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good Access to the debit, baby let me get it Them black phone of us, keep fucking with my credit Understand I get it, live it by any means, Hugo Lindenberg Don't rock any jeans Boo, just get with the team Heard you was a diva, 5 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 trying to get put on [?] the club, 2 kids left at home 3 county checks she just spent upon her clothes 4 friends always ride with me when I roll Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal Wait till my money take it take it to another level When I ride by wave hi baby hello Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good I'm making double bucks but no time chasing hoes Chasing dough, fuck is up Club life boring, no club nights for me Stay home, Netflix, watching thug life story, sippin Bud Light forties, til I'm pudge like [?] still daydreaming I could fuck like Voorhees, clutch like Horry, don't like my shit I can give two fucks, write the punchlines for me I was rippin motherfuckers up, when y'all were playing double dutch Now I'm in her slim waist, you face bubble buts Oh, she gotta rap, huh, guess I gotta double up Oh, you writin cheques, huh, guess she better double up Back in my days we would take a fade knuckle up niggers nowadays wear my lipgloss puckered up I don't know what is up You be on that new lou, I be over this way Do whatever you do Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal Wait till my money take it take it to another level When I ride by wave hi baby hello Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good