Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Vocals
benny blanco
Keyboards
Cashmere Cat
Programming
Henry Kwapis
Programming
Jack Karaszewski
Programming
Dylan Marshall Brady
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Kwapis
Songwriter
Jack Karaszewski
Songwriter
Benjamin Levin
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Magnus August Høiberg
Songwriter
Dylan Marshall Brady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
benny blanco
Producer
Cashmere Cat
Producer
Henry Kwapis
Producer
Jack Karaszewski
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Dylan Marshall Brady
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Life's good
[Verse 2]
Real shit, real shit, never tell a lie
Real shit, never tell a lie
[Verse 3]
Real shit, real shit, never tell a lie
Real shit, never tell a lie
[Verse 4]
Life's good, so I'm livin' great
I hit up my lady
We should take a vaycay
Eatin' good, see it on our plate
I know that they hate me
I see it on their face
[Verse 5]
You see I'm livin' great, yeah
Big crib, need a new estate, yeah
Money goin' into real estate, yeah
Life's good, life's great
[Verse 6]
Stomach big, I already ate
I'm a stingy ****, won't pass the plate
Tryna ball, while they're playin' keep away
Tryna ball, while they're playin' keep away
[Verse 7]
Life's good, life's good, life's good
Life's good, life's good, life's good, life's good
[Verse 8]
Real shit, real shit, never tell a lie
Real shit, never tell a lie
[Verse 9]
Real shit, real shit, never tell a lie
Real shit, never tell a lie
[Verse 10]
Life's good, so I'm livin' great
I hit up my lady
We should take a vaycay
Eatin' good, see it on our plate
I know that they hate me
I see it on their face
[Verse 11]
I'm eatin' too damn good
Goddamn, tryna gain weight
Workin' out my demons, they in better shape
Demons on my back, get them away from me
Cut it like a razor blade
[Verse 12]
Hey
[Verse 13]
Turned on like a light switch
Havin' black hoes, snortin' up the white bitch
Main hoe fed up with my mistress
Gotta flip the script, like a kick flip
[Verse 14]
I'ma make her bawl her eyes out
While these **** outta bounds
One, two, three million, had to stop countin'
In the club ballin' hard, think I need a bouncer
She look like a trampoline from the way she bouncin'
From the way she bouncin'
Labels want my music, tell the studio to bounce it
This shit isn't out yet
I'ma need like 3 M's
Put that shit on my desk
[Verse 15]
Real shit, real shit, never tell a lie
Real shit, never tell a lie
[Verse 16]
Real shit, real shit, never tell a lie
Real shit, never tell a lie
[Verse 17]
Life's good, so I'm livin' great
I hit up my lady
We should take a vaycay
Eatin' good, see it on our plate
I know that they hate me
I see it on their face
Written by: Benjamin Levin, Dylan Brady, Henry Kwapis, Jack Karaszewski, Jarad Higgins, Magnus August Hoiberg