This is the good life Take a good look, have anything you want Dining with your friends at the fancy restaurant Living the good life Whoa, whoa, whoa We have such a good time, I know I'll tell you what we're gonna do, what you need to know What you gotta

The same girl, the same girl (The same girl, the same girl) We messin' with the same girl, the same girl Thought she was someone I could trust You, K, man we been messin' with the same girl What up Kells' Wanna introduce you to this girl

Let me love you Never let you go Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah I won't give up, nah-nah-nah Never let you go, never let me down Heaven's a heartbreak away Driving the edge of a knife Oh baby, baby I used to believe

Nah, we ain't goin I love bein hated, it great it Let's me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you And as long, as you keep

Racks in the safe (safe) Ain't no complaints (nah) Racks in the bank (racks) Fuck what you think (huh?) We got some rank (rank) Leave your ass stank (bow) Robbin' the bank (bank) You was a stranger (stranger) We don't relate (no) racks in the (rack)

Yes my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee (MI.) Mentally or physically I want to be in New Orleans I kiss your hair your skin so bare I'll take you with me girl anywhere (MII) You fare well in stormy weather I never met a girl that I

Kiss it goodbye Kiss it goodbye (if here ain't holdin' you back) Kiss it goodbye (your little panic attack) I'm a different girl (Low) another chance (Low) I'll understand (Low) if you're coming hello Kiss, kiss, kiss it all goodbye-bye You procrastinate

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this Take off all my make-up 'cause I love what’s under it Rub off all your words, don't give a, "uh", I'm over it (Strip!) Finally love me naked, sexiest when I'm confident Nah, I don't give a, not-