(feat. Ronnie Spencer)



[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]

Good life, good life yeeeeah

(doing 150 on the highway)

Good life, good life ooo-oooh

(in a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)

Good life, good life hmmmmm

(chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way)

Good life, good life

(electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)



[E.S.G.]

Growing up in the ghetto, wasn't no love for us G's

Mama's waiting in line, in hours for the government cheese

Christmas trees had 'empty, man that shit ain't too cool

Prolly get two pairs of socks, and a damn rubix cube

Motherfuckers be a fool, skipping school with snakes

Old dumb ass nigga, can't pass the ties test

I suggest, boys stay ahead it's high tech

For this year 2000, I sell my bricks on the internet

Man I'ma wreck, break boys off and keep flossing

Prepare to roll, like I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin

Boss hogging big balling, me falling nigga never

Wide body Denali, metallic grey matching leather

Put it down for whatever, big Benz blue lens

With my killas right behind me, in that new S-10

See we took a few ends, now we making some millions

For the 2 triple O back in the do', and we living that



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

It's a lovely day, a lovely day

All work no play, for my thuggish ways

Nigga's hustling today, trying to stack me a bundle

When you balling in the jungle, now sometimes you fumble

I suggest you stay humble, keep from falling under

Hit the block drop the top, eight 15's of thunder

Let's get ready to rumble celebrating all night

Do a song one day, while two grey fog lights

Top dolla rotweiler, fighting pits no poodles

Millionaires still eating, Chimmy Chang's and noodles

Lamborginis fetticini, electric gates with genies

Codeine and Crystal, end and martinis

So tell me have you seen me, doing the thing G's do

Tailor made taper fade, on the cover of GQ screaming

(everybody's living the good life, under the suuuun)



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing

Beach house by the docks, candy yacht bass fishing

Eddie Bauer Expedition, gon be infloyd

2000 drop dogs, thank Gotti and Todd

Swift and Ken with skin, with two Canadian hoes

No pouring up of pints, syrup stains on the road

Tyte Eyez and Ronnie, D, Dolla and Reck

Need two forms of I.D., to cash this fat ass check

Almost wrecked the Vette, doing a hundred kilometers

So much ice in my mouth, I done cracked the thermometer

Ninja bikes for the summer, we Southside stunners

Boys got plex, you best to take a fucking number

Might as well call the plumber, they bust they windpipes

Screaming here they come, when they saw them new lights

It'll be alright, when I get seven figgas

And be in the basement, with that nigga named Tigga living



[Hook x2]