Kick back, sippin’ a corona by the poolside
 Bumpin’ Graduation, [bad word] 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’ [bad word]  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
 
 [bad word] - 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.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 www.killerhiphop.co.uk
 And I’m too smart for these dumb [bad word]  Too young for these grey hairs
 Too immature for these fast cars
 I push a button, [bad word] change gears
 And I’m twisted offa them Martini’s
 Faded off that Mai Tai
 Why the [bad word] should you be sober when you’ve been living that high life
 
 [bad word] - 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 eve