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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Vocals
Jason James
Guitar
Daniel Chaimson
Guitar
Pier Luigi Salami
Piano
JMSN
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Doman
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Anthony
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Doman
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Michael Stevenson
Vocal Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This shit perfect timing, got a chef, we ain't gotta leave
Baby, we can dine in
Get you played like violins
Made a purchase so large, gotta call a ****, affirming
Swishers when we riding
In case a **** get pulled over, keep me Visine
When you living like this, you don't never wanna leave
With these new hoes, steady tryna fuck me
Fresh ****, no dry cleaners, don't wash that, it's brand new
Got pablo homies, got crip ****
And my ocean view straight water blue
My second time, your first time
She let me hit on the first night
Foreign cars, muscle cars
Y'all **** just ain't living right
[Verse 2]
Drive fast, live young
I'm making change, I make it rain
We ain't the same
I'm pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got champagne, that's candy paying my real estate,
These boppers know my stage name
I sip slow, I entertain
Drive fast, live young
I'm dope man, you so plain
A hundred thou with the dice game
Drive fast, live young
Push start, I'ma start
She up and down that boulevard
Going hard, going hard
[Verse 3]
Are you about that life? Want that shine?
Can I have that ice? Nah, **** it ain't mine
I've been hustling all night and I know she wanna call
But a **** working hard, like three jobs
All this paper, can't count it all alone
Memorized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong
I'm a stone cold killer, furs in the winter
Audemar ghetto, light bulbs just lit up
Run with the gang, drop by's get hit up
**** take fade, knocked down, **** get up
[Verse 4]
Broke ****, broke ****, ain't got worry 'bout gold diggers
Pow, pow, these rolls on ****
Hot shot clock, waiting for the finish
Hop in the tinted, y'all **** shit winning
22 like Emmit and my bitch photogenic
She be fired in a minute, dry your eyes baby, I was only kidding
Do it all different, just to say I did it
Rolls Royce, Lamborghini, **** , what's the difference?
[Verse 5]
Drive fast, live young
I'm making change, I make it rain
We ain't the same
I'm pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got champagne, that's candy paying my real estate,
These boppers know my stage name
I sip slow, I entertain
Drive fast, live young
I'm dope man, you so plain
A hundred thou with the dice game
Drive fast, live young
Push start, I'ma start
She up and down that boulevard
Going hard, going hard
[Verse 6]
Sometimes man, it just suits
I'm living in a dream
Man, it's an ecstasy, ecstasy
She feel my energy, wanna get next to me
Man, this is ecstasy, ecstasy
[Verse 7]
Drive fast, live young
Chop, chop
Never stop
Drive fast, live young
Chop, chop
Never stop
[Verse 8]
Drive fast, live young
Drive fast, live young
Drive fast, live young
We're forever young, driving
(Drive away before everyone)
Drive fast, live young
(Drive away before everyone)
We're forever young
Written by: D.A. Doman, J. Jackson, Tyga