Good Life Kanye West (Ft. T-Pain)

[Produced by DJ Toomp, Kanye West, and Mike Dean]

[Chorus: Kanye West, T-Pain & Both]
Like we always do at this time
I go for mine, I got to shine
(Now throw yo' hands up in the sky)
I g-go for mine, I got to shine
(Now throw yo' hands up in the sky)
I'ma get on this TV, mama, I'ma
I'ma put shit down
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm good

[Verse 1: Kanye West & T-Pain]
Welcome to the good life, where niggas that sell D
Won't even get pulled over in they new V
The good life, let's go on a livin' spree
Shit, they say the best things in life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like NY, summertime Chi', ah
(Now throw yo' hands up in the sky)
So I roll through good
Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari
And she got the goods
And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry
Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned
Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's
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