Good Life - Kanye West, T-Pain

Like we always do at this time

I go for mine, I got to shine

Now throw your hands up in the sky

I g-go for mine, I got to shine

Now throw your hands up in the sky

I’ma get on this TV mama, I’ma

I’ma put shit down

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, I’m good

Welcome to the good life

Where nigga’s that sell D Won’t even get pulled over in they new V The good life, let’s go on a living’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., summertime Chi, ahh

(Now throw your hands up in the sky)

So I roll through good

Y’all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari

And she got the goods

And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry

Yo it’s got to be cause I’m seasoned

Haters give me them salty looks, Lowry’s

50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate

And watch the money pile up, the good life

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

I’ma get on this TV mama, I’ma

I’ma put shit down

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, I’m good

Welcome to the good life

Where we like the girls who ain’t on TV

Cause they got more (Ass than the models)

The good life, so keep it coming’with the bottles

Till she feel boozed like she bombed out Apollo

The good life, it feel like Houston

It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C.

It feel like VA, or the Bay, or Ye Ayy, this is the good life

Homie, tell me what’s good

Why I only got a problem when you in the hood

Like I’m new in the hood, the only thing I wish?

(I wish a nigga would)

He probably think he could, but, but

I don’t think he should

50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate

And watch the money pile up, the good life

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

I’ma get on this TV mama, I’ma

I’ma put shit down

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, I’m good

Have you ever popped champagne on a plane

While getting’some brain

Whipped it out, she said «I never seen snakes on a plane»

Whether you broke or rich you gotta get biz

Having’money’s the everything that having’it is I was splurging’on trizz

But when I get my car back activated

I’m back to Vegas cause

I always had a passion for flashing’before I had it I close my eyes and imagine, the good life

Is the good life better than the life I live

When I thought that I was gonna go crazy

And now my grandmamma ain’t the only girl calling me baby

And if you feeling’me now then put your hands up in the sky

And let me hear you say hey, hey, hey, ooh

I’m good