Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MarKise L Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim
Producer
Prada G
Producer
Timothy
Producer
Dyllen Nance
Engineer
Recording courtesy of Azmyth Studios.
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yo, baby this beat really got no rhymes to it
But I'ma do it anyway
It's K.I. Money Sign E
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
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I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
Motherfuckers ain't talking that, man these niggas be ignorant
Come up in the club knowing they they really ain't touching us nigga
Born to do this shit, nigga, they ain't really hearing us nigga
Keep it on the low baby, I don't want them hearing us, nigga
Niggas in the street pushing wait, just to live it up
Work your fuckin' jelly bro, haters ain't stuntin us?
Walk right back in the club gone as fuck, feeling marvelous
Throwing money like I'm Donald Trump, I'ma live it up!
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
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Who you talkin' to like I'm not a fucking genius bitch
Baby throw that motherfuckers over here my way
Tik Tok dancing all over this beat and shit
Get productive, get your bread, stack your money, get it ho!
By the end of this song, I bet I'll get you fuckin' dancin' bro
Make it clap, throw it back, show that thong get it right!
This is some nap shit, for your ear, therapy on this ho
For your soul, lose control, show you how to live
HA!
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
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You know I'm the genie, you get three wishes
then you don't see me. While you got this time, better act like you fuckin' feel me
Rubber mouth motherfuckers put a fuckin' band on it
Diarrhea out the mouth, put a fuckin' lax on it
Let me go and write this off and put a tax on it
cause I'ma live it up like I got a stack on it
Niggas be cyclin', let me take you on a hike
Stackin' my paper while I'm out ridin' on this trike
Money, what's the problem with it? Take it out the bank
Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga? All I see's Ben Franks
Not finna sit here and act like my shit don't really stink
But I'ma live it up cause I don't know what else to think
Nigga, I'ma, I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
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I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up!
Writer(s): Markise Jackson
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