Life Is Good
Future feat. Drake Lyrics
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Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist going nuts
Niggas caught me slipping once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up
Know you see my texts, baby, please say somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth
Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib
I can never tell her shit, it is what it is
Said what I had to and did what I did
Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doing front flips
Giving you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit
Workin' on the weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual (like usual)
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist going nuts
Niggas caught me slipping once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like
Uh, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring
On a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain
And Audemars'd the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring
Call it Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap serving cocaine
I ain't been the same since, woo
Granny, she was standing right there
While I catch a play on a brick, woo
I make them lil' niggas go haywire
Taliban in this bitch, woo
I done been down bad in them trenches
Had to ride with that stick, woo
Who gave you pills? Who gave you that dust?
Pluto sent you on a lick, woo
Too many convicts
They enrolled me to play in this shit, woo
I'm tryna avoid nonsense
Get Osama sprayed in this bitch, woo
They had the candlelight, lighting it up
Nigga, anybody could get it, woo
I'm on a PJ lighting it up
Backwood full of sticky, woo
I'm tryna tote that Draco in London
And it's an extended, woo
They gotta stretch a nigga out
We gon' die for this shit, woo
Yeah, I ride for my niggas
I lie to my bitch, woo
We some poor, high-class niggas
Made it, we rich, yeah
I was at the bando
Got a penthouse for a closet, woo
It's like a chandelier
On my neck, my wrist, woo
I got pink toes
They talk different languages, woo
Got Promethazine in my blood and Percocet
Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring
On a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain
And Audemars'd the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring
Call it Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap serving cocaine
I ain't been the same since
Racks by the ton I call up Serena
I go tremendo for new fettuccini
All fact though, clarity pinky
All fact though, we order up the Fiji
I'm in the loop with the voo
I'm in the loop with the woo
Which one of you working?
I put your face on the news
I put the pussy on the shirt
After I murk, then make 'em go shoot up the hearse
Cost me a quarter bird
Nigga it's worth it, and you a maniac
A fucking alien, how you splurgin'?
Got that kitty cat, I'm having fun with that
Goin' Birkin
Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring
On a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain
And Audemars'd the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring
Call it Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap serving cocaine
I ain't been the same since
(Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch)
(Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, yeah)
(Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, uh)
(Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch)
The song Life Is Good by Future feat. Drake has a fusion of trap lyrics and melody that describes their lavish lifestyle and their success. The song starts with the line "Workin' on the weekend like usual, way off in the deep end like usual" which indicates that despite the weekend, they are working harder to achieve more than what is usual for others. The line "Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us" shows that the duo is successful and can do whatever they want, however, they don't cause trouble for others.
The chorus of the song talks about how they have a luxurious life, never running low on cash, and have everything that they want. They talk about Virgil, the creative director of Louis Vuitton, who designs the expensive wristwatch they own. They also mention that they haven't done their taxes because they are too busy enjoying their success. The verse by Drake talks about his relationship and fame, and how it has affected his ego and his life. The lyrics further represent how he is different now from when he started, how he was in the trap, selling cocaine, but now he is famous and wealthy.
Overall, the song carries a message about the price of success and how it can change a person's lifestyle and ego. It represents a fusion of trap and melody and is more of an anthem for the duo and their success stories.
Line by Line Meaning
Workin' on the weekend like usual
I'm working on the weekend just like I always do
Way off in the deep end like usual
I'm out here doing what I usually do, even if it's risky
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
People claim they've moved ahead of us, but they're doing too much to stay there
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
I haven't done my taxes yet because I'm too focused on having fun
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist going nuts
My friend Virgil gave me a Patek watch, and it's amazing
Niggas caught me slipping once, okay, so what?
I messed up once, but that's not a big deal
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
If someone did something to you, and it was us, I would tell you
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
I have a fancy house in Rosewood that's really luxurious
Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up
People think I won't live for much longer, but I keep waking up every day
Know you see my texts, baby, please say somethin'
I know you see my text messages, so please reply
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
I'm ordering expensive wine by the glass, but your man is too cheap to do the same
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
People need to move their projects to a different day because it's my release day
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
This is not just about getting attention, this is about having real fame
I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth
I don't even understand what you're saying, so be careful what you say around me
Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib
My partner has a huge ego, even bigger than our house
I can never tell her shit, it is what it is
I can't have an honest conversation with my partner, that's just how it is
Said what I had to and did what I did
I said what I needed to say and did what I needed to do
Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
I will never betray my team, not even in a worst-case scenario
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doing front flips
My Patek watch from Virgil is so crazy, it feels like it's doing front flips on my wrist
Giving you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit
I'll give you my number, but don't call or text me with any foolishness
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
I'm doing well, and I'm wearing expensive red-bottomed shoes
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like
I'm doing good in life, you know what I'm saying
Uh, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring
I spent at least one hundred thousand dollars on the cheapest ring I own
On a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I'm wearing that ring on my finger, small fry
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain
I flew somebody out to Spain to be with me in my luxurious place
And Audemars'd the bitch, woo
I bought an Audemars Piguet watch for her
Dropped three dollars on a ring
I spent three million dollars on a ring
Call it Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I call my expensive car a Bentley truck, little one
I was in the trap serving cocaine
I used to sell cocaine out of a trap house
I ain't been the same since, woo
I haven't been the same person since then
Granny, she was standing right there
My grandmother was there with me at the time
While I catch a play on a brick, woo
While I was making moves in the drug game
I make them lil' niggas go haywire
I make the young ones go crazy
Taliban in this bitch, woo
My squad is like the Taliban, we're not to be messed with
I done been down bad in them trenches
I've had some tough times and been in some dangerous situations
Had to ride with that stick, woo
I had to carry a gun with me for protection
Who gave you pills? Who gave you that dust?
Who provided you with drugs?
Pluto sent you on a lick, woo
A friend of mine, Pluto, sent you to do something illegal
Too many convicts
There are too many people with criminal records around me
They enrolled me to play in this shit, woo
They put me in the game and made me a part of this lifestyle
I'm tryna avoid nonsense
I'm trying to stay away from any unnecessary drama
Get Osama sprayed in this bitch, woo
I'm going to get rid of any enemies, just like how Osama bin Laden was dealt with
They had the candlelight, lighting it up
They had candles lit, creating a romantic atmosphere
Nigga, anybody could get it, woo
Anyone can get taken out by me or my crew
I'm on a PJ lighting it up
I'm on a private jet smoking marijuana
Backwood full of sticky, woo
I'm smoking a Backwood cigar that's filled with potent marijuana
I'm tryna tote that Draco in London
I'm trying to carry a gun in London
And it's an extended, woo
And it's an extended magazine clip
They gotta stretch a nigga out
They're going to kill somebody
We gon' die for this shit, woo
We're willing to risk our lives for this lifestyle
Yeah, I ride for my niggas
I'm loyal to my friends
I lie to my bitch, woo
I lie to my partner sometimes
We some poor, high-class niggas
We come from humble beginnings, but now we're living like royalty
Made it, we rich, yeah
We've made it to the top and now we're wealthy
I was at the bando
I was at the trap house
Got a penthouse for a closet, woo
I have a penthouse apartment that's large enough to use as a closet
It's like a chandelier
It's like having a chandelier in my closet
On my neck, my wrist, woo
I have expensive jewelry on my neck and wrist
I got pink toes
I have a preference for light-skinned women
They talk different languages, woo
The women I'm interested in come from different backgrounds and cultures
Got Promethazine in my blood and Percocet
I'm currently under the influence of Promethazine cough syrup and Percocet painkillers
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Darius Hill, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Nayvadius Wilburn, Ozan Yildirim
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@samborremans4023
When Future said “hunthourgjyhsgbhrghlilbitch”
I felt that
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lmao
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@shivalisood2255
When Future said "OOo"
I felt that.
@sayranmahmoodiazar5137
This is so wholesome on an intimate level and romantically inspirationally provoking
@ImTrippy25
@Joel Reese honestly though. Everybody has to ride some kind of dumb trend wave "i FelT tHaT" its so fucking stupid
@carter_RU
@@ImTrippy25 facts