Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Keyboards
John Legend
John Legend
Background Vocals
Connie Mitchell
Connie Mitchell
Background Vocals
Mandy Ventrice
Mandy Ventrice
Vocals
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Performer
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
Performer
Kid Dynamite
Kid Dynamite
Sampled Artist
The Bar-Kays
The Bar-Kays
Sampled Artist
Tony Williams
Tony Williams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Frederick Knight
Frederick Knight
Songwriter
Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Joe Peluso
Joe Peluso
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight You've got the feeling Ah, you're sounding good I've got the time And I wanna show you They say, we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight (And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars) And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast (live fast) And die young (die young) live fast (live fast) And die young (die young) live fast (yeah) die young Livin' fast, now it's all linen rags (oh) Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass on my 57, nigga with a attitude (me) Young and radical, methods are mathematical (ah) Let my convertible marinate on the avenue Mami, that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida rapido (oh) Die young, but fuck it, we flew first class Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass Up in this bitch, and we lit up like a screen Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up like a fiend (oh) Stuntin' like we printin' money with machines What you see me wavin', Vacheron Constantine (oh) Like Mike, my spikes stay all white 24' karat gold, 80 carats worth of ice Ice insured, fuck life insurance I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that (bawse) Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go Good party over here, everybody over here You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here All the bottles over here, even spread it over there All the models over here, but they swallow everywhere (yeah) She came to party like it's 1999's If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes They say, we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast (live fast) And die young (die young) live fast (live fast) And die young (die young) live fast (yeah) and die young For all my young ladies that drivin' Miss Daisy Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat, baby Hop up out the (err!) she eat up the pavement I don't give a (err!) baby, he's crazy I'm back by unpopular demand 'Least he's still poppin' in Japan, shoppin' in Milan Hoppin' out the van, screams from the fans "Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top again" And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule you Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior And I'ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers My outfit so disrespectful You can go 'head and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you I mean, we walked in this bitch, so stylish Niggas done mistook me for my stylist And I know it's superficial, and you say it's just clothes But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed So go ahead and just pose When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze And I know they tryna get they cool back And them ghetto bitches "How're you now doing that?" Uh, so they could never say, we never lived it And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute They say, we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight (And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars) And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast And die young, live fast And die young, live fast, and die young You've got the feeling I've got the time I've got the time Peter Piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitch poems My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm When that ass is enormous, abs abnormal And tans in the morning on sands in California Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things Look around, Maseratis for the whole team Look at Haiti, children dyin' round the clock, nigga I sent a hundred grand, but that's a decent watch, nigga I'm gettin' better, 'cause it woulda leased a drop, nigga I'ma get my money right, just watch, nigga She had a miscarriage, I couldn't cry, though 'Cause you and I know she was only my side ho Uh, I got 'em catchin' amnesia Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer See the lynx and you just think, "Jesus" I'm hot 'til the day a day freezes Young and radical, methods are mathematical (you got the feeling) I'm multiplyin' my money through different avenues Took many to war, shook never before For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur Ice insured, fuck life insurance Three bad bitches, don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today, bury me in a dope-ass watch They say, we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight (And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars) And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast, and die young Live fast, and die young, live fast, and die young
Writer(s): Frederick Knight, Kanye Omari West, William Leonard Roberts, James Brown, Marvin P. Gaye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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