Pac Div - Life Is Good lyrics

Say what push, push say what push, push
Say what push, push say what, what, what

Man I need that Bill Gates, I need that Oprah
I need that green baby I need that old grub
You see my game face, come get a close up
I let the girls fly, but not if they vultures
Baby let's post up, girl we can toast up
I bring the champagne, rose mimosas
I keep my head up, yes I am focused
No I can't kick it with you
If you talking broke shit
No, no, did you read the memo
Me and my fellow, all about the dollars
Load, karma, zeros, lobster, pasta, jello
Well I trick it off, no, nada, hell no

Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal
Wait till my money take it
Take it to another level
When I ride by wave hi baby hello
Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro
Life is good

Access to the debit, baby let me get it
Them black phone of us
Keep fucking with my credit
Understand I get it, live it by any means
Hugo Lindenberg don't rock any jeans Boo
Just get with the team
Heard you was a diva, 5 minutes later
Had her faded off sativas
Low cut caesars, cool as a penguin
Your friends wanna hate
I can fix them chickens faces
One for the ladies, who trying to get put on
The club, 2 kids left at home
3 county checks she just
Spent upon her clothes
4 friends always ride with me when I roll

Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal
Wait till my money take it
Take it to another level
When I ride by wave hi baby hello
Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro
Life is good

I'm making double bucks but
No time chasing hoes
Chasing dough, fuck is up
Club life boring, no club nights for me
Stay home, Netflix, watching thug life
Story, sippin Bud Light forties
Til I'm pudge like still daydreaming I
Could fuck like Voorhees, clutch like Horry
Don't like my shit I can give two fucks
Write the punchlines for me
I was rippin motherfuckers up
When y'all were playing double dutch
Now I'm in her slim waist
You face bubble buts oh, she gotta rap, huh
Guess I gotta double up
Oh, you writin cheques, huh
Guess she better double up
Back in my days we would take
A fade knuckle up niggers nowadays
Wear my lipgloss puckered up I
Don't know what is up
You be on that new lou, I be over this way
Do whatever you do

Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal
Wait till my money take it
Take it to another level
When I ride by wave hi baby hello
Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro
Life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro
Life is good