Kick back sippin' a corona by the poolside. Bumpin' Graduation welcome to the Good Life. F-ckin' with the baddest chicks. Rollin' with the coolest guys. Only three words that I live by: do or die. When everybody making money. Everybody gettin' on. All my niggas sellin' drugs. I'll be happy selling songs. Life came at a price I put my money on. And did it til it's going going gone ma'f-cka. [Chorus - J. Warner]. I was working never knowing at the graveyard shift. Congratulated me with a paid hardship. Was it hard did I fall baby I did. But I got the scars that made me this rich (Yeah). And all I'm doing now is giving you a page of my life (yeah). So you can tell before you hold it. F-ck it you can do whatever you like. Someone tell 'em I'm gone. Eh someone tell 'em I'm gone. If you're not down you'll be missing this life. And if you with me see you on the other side. Someone tell 'em I'm gone. [Tinie Tempah - Verse 1]. Somewhere on the Cayman Islands. I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor light. Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flight. I made it this far can't be afraid of heights. Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a minute. The jurisdiction's England but I'm never in it. German Autobahns my life that's why me no limits. I mastered P but I aint with No Limit. Ibiza on pj's M.I.A for those Heat games. Might have your favourite European DJ at my B'day. We party hard on them weekdays. And then party harder on them weekends. Still tryna sleep with my ex-girl. But she adamant that we be friends. Lyrics courtesy of. And I'm too smart for these dumb bitches. Too young for these grey hairs. Too immature for these fast cars. I push a button shit change gears. And I'm twisted offa them Martini's. Faded off that Mai Tai. Why the hell should you be sober. when you've been living that high life. [Chorus - J. Warner]. [Verse 2 - Tinie Tempah]. How you supposed to feel when every door is open for you. All your Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to you. I step on stage I set the pace. Done a couple girl songs to set the record straight. Ask GQ and Q Mag. I'm too cool for these douchebags. My wardrobe got a bandana on it. Cause my is 2pac. The weeds good I have 2 drags. Mamma told me don't do that. Old money mentality. For every single bit of this new cash. And this new cash for me and all my niggas. Big money footballer figures. Now I'm tryna f-ck every girl in the world. Every supermodel and all the singers. We all the rage we're the latest goss'. Bitch no tequila I call the shots. My bank balance like Tic Tac Toe. Shit loads of noughts and crosses. I work my socks off you niggas better pull 'em up. I've got the baddest bitches thinking they aint good enough. My accountant saving money while we getting wasted. Told them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it. [Chorus]