Fuck It I'm Gone
Kick back, sippin' a corona by the poolsideBumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Good LifeFuckin' with the baddest chicksRollin' with the coolest guysOnly three words that I live by: do or dieWhen everybody making moneyEverybody gettin' onAll my niggas sellin' drugsI'll be happy selling songsLife came at a price, I put my money onAnd did it til it's going going gone ma'fucka
[Chorus - J. Warner]I was working never knowing at the graveyard shiftCongratulated me with a paid hardshipWas it hard, did I fall, baby I didBut 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 itFuck it, you can do whatever you likeSomeone tell 'em I'm goneEh, someone tell 'em I'm goneIf you're not down, you'll be missing this lifeAnd if you with me, see you on the other sidesomeone tell 'em I'm gone
[Tinie Tempah - Verse 1]Somewhere on the Cayman IslandsI'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor lightFeisty Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flightI made it this far, can't be afraid of heightsUnimportant calls are costing me a pound a minuteThe jurisdiction's England but I'm never in itGerman Autobahns my life that's why me no limitsI mastered P but I ain't with No LimitIbiza on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat gamesMight have your favourite European DJ at my B'dayWe party hard on them weekdaysAnd then party harder on them weekendsStill tryna sleep with my ex-girlBut she adamant that we be friends
And I'm too smart for these dumb bitchesToo young for these grey hairsToo immature for these fast carsI push a button, shit change gearsAnd I'm twisted offa them Martini'sFaded off that Mai TaiWhy 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 youAll your Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to youI step on stage, I set the paceDone a couple girl songs to set the record straightAsk GQ and Q MagI'm too cool for these douchebagsMy wardrobe got a bandana on itCause my is 2pacThe weeds good, I have 2 dragsMamma told me don't do thatOld money mentalityFor every single bit of this new cashAnd this new cash for me and all my niggasBig money, footballer figuresNow I'm tryna fuck every girl in the worldEvery supermodel and all the singersWe all the rage we're the latest goss'Bitch, no tequila I call the shotsMy bank balance like Tic Tac ToeShit loads of noughts and crossesI work my socks off, you niggas better pull 'em upI've got the baddest bitches thinking they ain't good enoughMy accountant saving money while we getting wastedTold them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it