Life Is Good lyrics - Lil Wayne

 [Part I]

Working while they sleeping as usual

Percocets, I eat them like chewables

These niggas think they passed up, they think too much

If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps

Yeah, Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts

Yeah, wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once

Yeah, we don't hit your block up, we blow that bitch up

Cappin', talkin' big shit until that shit don't flush

Yeah, they say my days are numbered, but I keep taking drugs

Baby, I know you see these X pills, please take one

I'm a skater but I heard your man a cheapskate, huh

Heard he rattin', now they moving his release date, huh, snitch

I just turned my main to my spouse

Could've bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house

Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib

Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears

Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid

I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive

Twerkin', got a fatty in this bitch, doing butt flips

Way she roll her hips make her body look like Sunchips

Working out my demons, that's beautiful

And bae off of that riesling, she super loose

I'm smokin', she say pass it, she doing too much

Haven't done my taxes, fuckin' with Trump

She brought her skirt without the panties with the slit going up

Nigga caught you looking at it, it's okay, don't touch

Uh, someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us

Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch

[Part II]

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring

'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm

Chicken pox on my trigger finger

How my trigger finger still itch, pewm

Copped three watches at the same time

Nigga, we are not on the same time

Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime

Got the 40 on me like St. Ides

Granny, she was standing right there

Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy

Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect

Taliban, nigga, ISIS, hand to hand, switching prices

Been dapper dan since the diaper, a gat, a bag, and a Bible

Young Obama go dumb, Osama

Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba

Trade the private jet for an Air Force bomber

We could go to war like it's the Bahamas

Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama

Never tell my woes, lie to your honor

Money long though, nigga, anaconda

Let me add a comma

I'm way too high for niggas at the bottom

You a ladder climber

I'm the best rapper, nigga, that's the obvious

Got punchlines for you shadowboxers

You a kitty cat, I'm catastrophic

Rex 'bout to turn up, call up Roger

New fettuccine, new lasagna

Diamonds blinging so new they blind you

Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, No Ceilings

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring

'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm

Chicken pox on my trigger finger

How my trigger finger still itch, pewm

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring

'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm

Chicken pox on my trigger finger

How my trigger finger still itch, pewm