Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Vocals
Kanye West
Vocals
Travis Scott
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
Noah Goldstein
Songwriter
Welbon Morris Jr.
Songwriter
Emmanuel Nickerson
Songwriter
David Pack
Songwriter
Lee Stone
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
Terius The-Dream Nash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
OG Webbie
Co-Producer
Nashiem Myrick
Additional Producer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Gregg Rominiecki
Recording Engineer
Maximilian Jaeger
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
David Baker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Mano
Additional Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, we good
Keep talkin' about this shit or whatever, we can go back and forth all day
[Chorus]
(How much I live, I live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby (Straight up)
[Verse 1]
That's that don't play, woo, that's that new Ye
People sayin' I'm the closest thing to Mike since Janet, woo
Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches
That's a fresh house, is that a guest house? Your house got another house?
Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse
Young Walt Disney, I'ma tell you truthfully
If you leave Mickey, you gon' end up with a goofy
I imagine that's what Chris told Karrueche
Girls be actin' like it's diamonds in they coochie
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
But cops chokin' **** out in the media
We finna have to protest and tear the city up
We 'bout to tear this whole place up, pretty much
(How much I live), woo
[Bridge]
And you know it's all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, babe
You know it's all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, but me (How much I live, I live for your love)
[Chorus]
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby (Live for your love, straight up)
[Verse 2]
Ho, we done made it through hell and disaster
My crib done got bigger, my women got badder
You wonderin' how do you get in the game?
I'm wonderin' how do I get to the rafters?
Oh, boy, I'm at it 'til these records gettin' shattered
'Til I'm MJ and Magic, ooh, and she just want the status
So you the man she got, but I'm the man that she been after
She done sent so many naked pics, my phone ain't got no data
I walk off in New York like my name Derek Jeter
Headed home to the D where you know I keep a Gina (Gina)
I'm the good with the evil (Evil), fuck you, nice to meet you
You can't have a peace sign, man, without the middle finger
With the clique when you see us, that's my family to me
That's my family tree, they're my arms, legs, hands, and my feet
And I can't cut them off with even diabetes
Hit the beat and kerosene it, scratch that, I white sheet it
A hundred-dollar fade every single time you see us
Been a king all my life, so I shoulda got a Caesar (Caesar)
Somewhere off in Vegas rollin' dice up at the Caesars
Got me thinkin' back on how I used to roll to Little Caesars
Piece of pizza with Tanisha, now I'm with a boniqua (Boniqua)
She finna blow at that
I got your dream girl, yeah, she actin' like a ho at that
Throw her to me, I'ma throw that back (How much I live, I live for your love)
Top spot, I'm finna go at that (Straight up)
[Chorus]
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby (Straight up)
[Verse 3]
Ho, you gotta move quick
World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip
I don't like loose pussy or loose lips
And I done did the impossible a few times, Tom Cruise shit
Ho, and I ain't satisfied bein' on that top-five list
I ain't satisfied until I'm on that all-time list
'Til everything I spit is all timeless
My girl on that all-fine list
My life a little luck, a lot of grind, bitch
No "maybe," ho, I gotta make it, been one
Fuck your nomination, man, fuck the world
I'm repopulatin'
Wrap my Rollie 'round her waist, yeah, time's a-wastin'
**** want the comma-comma-combination
Long as I'm around, it's gon' be dot-dot-dot, a lot of waitin'
Got my pinky on her brain while I'm gettin' brain, plottin' world domination
People ask me how to make it
I'm just like, "Man, if you want the crown, bitch, you gotta take it"
Straight up
[Outro]
Straight up
Written by: David Pack, Emmanuel Nickerson, GOLDSTEIN NOAH D, Kanye West, Lee Stone, Nashiem Myrick, Noah Goldstein, Sean Anderson, Terius Nash, Welbon Morris Jr.