Living It Up
They used to hate on me, but I'm gettin' to the money now
I pay the way for me, ain't it so funny oh
I'm living it up, but you ain't believin' me
Bad bitches stay giving it up, now you wish you could be me
Yeah I'm ballin' in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money stay callin' in this bitch
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
Celebrating
And all my people say oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
My girl look like she frontin' with that ego
My will look like I'm selling them kilo's
I'm ballin' I ain't shootin no free throw
She said she really feelin' my ego
I'm living it up
Pass me a drink, a player like me
Don't care what you think
If you ain't with us
Then you gotta go
Tonight is the night
We're out of control
Yeah I'm ballin' in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money stay callin' in this bitch
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
Celebrating
And all my people say oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (T-Raww)
Yeah
Ahh! Is my girl look like she work for hundred millions?
That's cause she work for hundred millions
I pull up to this pat, no selling
Cops lookin' for me, heard I been then killin'
And I never take this ice so far I sleep in it
Next door that Master P, so it's no limit
Last Kings and New Defro that money printer
Keep bringin' like my cellphone I ain't goin' get it
She wanna a rap star, fast live, Rari next car
Never say sorry, I just charged to the black car
From the city where they party in the backyard
50K's, 30 millions, that's a fest ball
Wow, now we gettin' high like Nasa
She got my chains on, callin' me Nasa
It's your stick up, baby, put your hands up
We came from ME-K this
And all my people say oh, oh, oh (aah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tell me what you say)
Oh, oh, oh
(Tell me what you say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tell me what you say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Look at me now
All up in my section
I'm blowin' them loud
Living it up
And I'mma met her in town
Jump it on ride
Yeah I'll hold 'em down, yeah
I ain't worried about nothin', I ain't worried about nothin'
I ain't worried about nothin', I ain't worried about nothin'
Just living it up
Just living it up yeah
Just living it up
Just living it up yeah
Yeah yeah
I pay the way for me, ain't it so funny oh
I'm living it up, but you ain't believin' me
Bad bitches stay giving it up, now you wish you could be me
Yeah I'm ballin' in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money stay callin' in this bitch
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
Celebrating
And all my people say oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
My girl look like she frontin' with that ego
My will look like I'm selling them kilo's
I'm ballin' I ain't shootin no free throw
She said she really feelin' my ego
I'm living it up
Pass me a drink, a player like me
Don't care what you think
If you ain't with us
Then you gotta go
Tonight is the night
We're out of control
Yeah I'm ballin' in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money stay callin' in this bitch
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
We ain't worried about nothin' we celebrating
Celebrating
And all my people say oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (T-Raww)
Yeah
Ahh! Is my girl look like she work for hundred millions?
That's cause she work for hundred millions
I pull up to this pat, no selling
Cops lookin' for me, heard I been then killin'
And I never take this ice so far I sleep in it
Next door that Master P, so it's no limit
Last Kings and New Defro that money printer
Keep bringin' like my cellphone I ain't goin' get it
She wanna a rap star, fast live, Rari next car
Never say sorry, I just charged to the black car
From the city where they party in the backyard
50K's, 30 millions, that's a fest ball
Wow, now we gettin' high like Nasa
She got my chains on, callin' me Nasa
It's your stick up, baby, put your hands up
We came from ME-K this
And all my people say oh, oh, oh (aah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tell me what you say)
Oh, oh, oh
(Tell me what you say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tell me what you say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Look at me now
All up in my section
I'm blowin' them loud
Living it up
And I'mma met her in town
Jump it on ride
Yeah I'll hold 'em down, yeah
I ain't worried about nothin', I ain't worried about nothin'
I ain't worried about nothin', I ain't worried about nothin'
Just living it up
Just living it up yeah
Just living it up
Just living it up yeah
Yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Anthony Baeza
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