Let's toast to the life!
Champagne, bad dames and the fattest blunts/ a couple thousand on the fit, nigga add it up/ the bottles don't stop, so drink until you had enough/ you could only miss the good life if you had it once/ party hard, no lie so its book of E/ grind harder boi, it pays off nigga look at me/ haters talk but I keep that Harlem Heat, Booker T/ made good music without Malice, Pusha T/all I know is money now, man I'm out the struggle/ got what I got through my work, don't doubt the hustle/you career is on a down swing, not to judge you/ I'm baking soda on the stove top, bout to bubble/

My life’s a movie, light camera action/ paparazzi everywhere cameras flashing/this is just how we living now aint nobody acting/ all we know is music, money, party and fashion/

We hold our glasses high, and we toast to the evening/fresh tailored 3 piece, it goes with the season/everybody with me fly, its like a convention/ let the rumors keep spreading, I love the attentions/ while you worried bout who I'm with, and who I'm smashing/ I'm in the whip making plans for the loot I'm cashin/ I been good, now I'm better then ever before/ I got a lot already but now I'm ready for more/ don't call gluttonous, please call it super hungry/ almost achieve my dreams, you can't take it from me/ if you attempt though, this cool shit out the window, we turn this club into janice dickerson, super ugly./but I aint tryin take it there, we just tryna party up/ you kno what I'm drinkin coke hennesy bacardi (yup)/you can keep the rozay, we all like hard liquor/ we taking all patron shots at the bar nigga/

*HOOK*

What's ya life like, tell me what its hittin for/ got some women with me you niggas would love to get to know/ and they all friendly, unless you aint gettin dough/ before the clothes hit the floor she pointin you to the door/ you gotta go,we don't deal with the bum joint/ hopefully you get your money up at some point/when you do, introduce you two again/ won't find out what her throat like while you still the broke type/ I got expensive taste, that's on my own accord/ designer clothiers you can't even pronounce yet afford/ the proof is in the pudding if I ever I boast/ I'm not the richest niggas living, but better then most/so I don't just talk, I make shit happen/ I'm an entrepreneur, you niggas just rappin/ no pain but we living the good life/ put your drinks up in the air show um what it look it/ (goodnight)