I Luv It - Album Version (Edited)
Ride till I die, Lord knows stay high, and I love it
Let's go!
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside, and sitting on vogues
And I love it (yeah), and love it
Once again it's on, I'm back in the motherfucking booth
These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth (YEAH!)
I don't believe I need some more fucking proof
I ain't want the four door, I copped the motherfucking coupe (HA HA!)
They trying be me, I'm just trying be Jeezy
And everything comes to 'em like you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I'll just shine (SHINE)
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme (AH!)
Check your watch nigga it's my time (HEY!)
Mind made up I was on my grind (THAT'S RIGHT!))
So pay attention yeah you're on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again I done that before man (YEAH!)
M.O.E., he ain't part of the program
Or maybe you niggas ain't listening
Open your eyes - I'm a blessing in disguise
Yeah I blew up, but they like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Nike's on the ground got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gonna try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gonna die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gonna fry
Woke up this morning so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold them all for five
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang (true)
All the real niggas either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A-T-L
You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life (YEAH!)
You better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three
Fresh out the pot yeah the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's staying alive
Let's go!
We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside, and sitting on vogues
And I love it (yeah), and love it
Once again it's on, I'm back in the motherfucking booth
These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth (YEAH!)
I don't believe I need some more fucking proof
I ain't want the four door, I copped the motherfucking coupe (HA HA!)
They trying be me, I'm just trying be Jeezy
And everything comes to 'em like you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I'll just shine (SHINE)
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme (AH!)
Check your watch nigga it's my time (HEY!)
Mind made up I was on my grind (THAT'S RIGHT!))
So pay attention yeah you're on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again I done that before man (YEAH!)
M.O.E., he ain't part of the program
Or maybe you niggas ain't listening
Open your eyes - I'm a blessing in disguise
Yeah I blew up, but they like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Sold my first brick yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Nike's on the ground got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gonna try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gonna die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gonna fry
Woke up this morning so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold them all for five
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang (true)
All the real niggas either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A-T-L
You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life (YEAH!)
You better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three
Fresh out the pot yeah the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's staying alive
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Aldrin Davis
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