Good Life


Cool song by Kanye West and T-Pain from the album "Graduation" Sounds nice with these chords on the guitar. Standard tuning: eBGDAE 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 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 //Enjoy!