Now I, I go for mine
I got to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Ima get on the tv mama mama
Ima put shit down
I'm good
Welcome to the good life
Where these niggaz sell D
Only then get pulled over in their new V
The good life
Lets go on a lemi-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 N.Y
Summer time chi
Now throw your hands up in the sky
So I rolled threw good
Yall pop the trunk
Ill pop the hood, ferrari
And she got the goods
And she got that ass
I got to look, sorry
Yo its got to be
Cause 'em season haters
Givin me salty looks, loweries
Fifty told me
Go head and switch them styles up
And if they hate then let them hate
And watch the money pile up
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
Ima get on the tv mama mama
Ima put shit down
I'm good. ♥