Good Life

                          Em7
Like we always do at this time
F#m7     Gmaj7
I go for mine, I got to shine
                     A
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Em7 F#m7   Gmaj7
I g-go for mine, I got to shine
                     A
Now throw your hands up in the sky


Em7  F#m7        Gmaj7
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
              A
I'ma put shit down
Em7  F#m7  Gmaj7          F#m7
Hey,       hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, I'm good

               Em7  F#m7 Gmaj7
Welcome to the good life

Where nigga's that sell D'      A

Won't even get pulled over in they new V'
    Em7  F#m7  Gmaj7
The good life, let's go on a living' spree
                                 A
Shit they say the best things in life are free
    Em7  F#m7  Gmaj7
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
                      A
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
   Em7  F#m7 Gmaj7                F#m7
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh
(Now throw your hands up in the sky)

     Em7  F#m7    Gmaj7
So I roll through good
                        A                 Em7  F#m7  Gmaj7
Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari

And she got the goods
                               A
And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry
Em7 F#m7 Gmaj7
Yo it's got to be cause I'm seasoned
Continues after the ad
                    A               Em7  F#m7 Gmaj7
Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's

50 told me go 'head switch the style up
                              F#m7
And if they hate then let 'em hate

And watch the money pile up, the good life

   Em7 F#m7     Gmaj7
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
                     A
Now throw your hands up in the sky
   Em7 F#m7     Gmaj7
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
                     A
Now throw your hands up in the sky

Em7  F#m7        Gmaj7
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
               A
I'ma put shit down
Em7  F#m7  Gmaj7          F#m7
Hey,       hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, I'm good

(And so on with the same chord progression)

Verse 2:
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

Hook:
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

Verse 3:
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 card back activated
I'm back to Vegas cause
I always had a passion for flashin' before I had it
I closed my eyes and imagined, the good life



       Em7  F#m7 Gmaj7
Is the good life better than the life I lived
                                   A       Em7  F#m7
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy
Gmaj7                                                A     Em7  F#m7
And now my grandmamma ain't the only girl calling me baby
Gmaj7                                                    A
And if you feeling' me now then put your hands up in the sky
                        Em7  F#m7  Gmaj7     F#m7
And let me hear you say hey,       hey, hey, ooh
I'm good


Chords used:
               E  A  D  G  B  E
Em7            x  7  9  7  8  7
F#m7           x  9  11 9  10 9
Gmaj7          x  10 12 11 12 10
A              5  7  7  6  5  5