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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MarKise L Jackson
MarKise L Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim
Tim
Producer
Prada G
Prada G
Producer
Timothy
Timothy
Producer
Dyllen Nance
Dyllen Nance
Engineer
Recording courtesy of Azmyth Studios.
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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!
Writer(s): Markise Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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