Good Life

Now throw your hands up in the sky
Ayy, this is the good life
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy?
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
Have you ever popped champagne on a plane
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Hey, I'm good

I was splurgin' on trizz, but when I get my car back
Activated, I'm back to Vegas 'cause
Welcome to the good life
'Cause they got more ass than the models
Havin' money's the everythin' that havin' it is
Haters give me them salty looks, Lowry's
And if they hate then let 'em hate
He probably think he could, but, but
Welcome to the good life
50 told me go 'head switch the style up

I close my eyes and imagine, the good life
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
I don't think he should
Hey, I'm good
Now throw your hands up in the sky

And now my grandmama ain't the only girl callin' me baby
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
And let me hear you say hey, hey, hey
And watch the money pile up, the good life
It feel like VA or the Bay or Ye
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Welcome to the good life
Till she feel boozed like she bombed at Apollo
Hey, I'm good
Is the good life better than the life I live
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I always had a passion for flashin' before I had it
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari

It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami

Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
The good life, let's go on a livin' spree
Homie, tell me what's good
The good life, it feel like Houston
Welcome to the good life
Shit, they say the best things in life are free
And watch the money pile up, the good life

I'ma get on this TV, mama
Won't even get pulled over in they new V
Whipped it out, she said, "I never seen snakes on a plane"
I wish a nigga would

So I roll through good
Welcome to the good life
Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned
And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry
The good life, so keep it comin' with them bottles

Welcome to the good life
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh

While gettin' some brain?

I go for mine, I gots to shine
50 told me go 'head switch the style up
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Now throw your hands up in the sky
And if they hate then let 'em hate
I'ma, I'ma put shit down
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
And if you feelin' me now then put your hands up in the sky

Why I only got a problem when you in the hood?
I'ma, I'ma put shit down

And she got the goods
Where niggaz that sell D
Where we like the girls who ain't on TV

Now throw your hands up in the sky
Like I'm new in the hood, the only thin' I wish?
Now throw your hands up in the sky
It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C.

I'ma get on this TV mama
I'ma, I'ma put shit down
Hey, I'ma get on this TV mama
Whether you broke or rich you gotta get biz