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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Molina
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Marco Rodriguez-Diaz
Songwriter
Terry Bourgeois
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Infamous
Producer
Mike Molina
Additional Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
T@
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Livin'
[Instrumental]
****, that's me in that nice-ass house
Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass
Walkin' 'round saying, "You got a nice-ass house"
My phone keep ringin' though, my bad
I think my girl got me on spy cam now
My homies call cocaine "white trash"
Charge you double just to take my trash out
I cannot fuck wit' you, bitch, 'cause you gon' get a **** busted
Worryin' 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustlin'
Put the dick up in your mouth while it's runnin'
Bitch, don't ask no questions
Soon as I heard this, a young **** killed it
'Cause I go too hard, I eat beats, mmm, scrumptious, delicious
Shoot you in your kidneys
I hope you see blood when you pissin'
We run up in your house on Christmas
And don't ask no questions
Just shoot whoever's present
While they open their presents
Oh please, Lord, forgive me
I just talked to my Reverend
Asked him if I'm the Devil
He said, "That's these bitches"
See, I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested
Shootouts like the Westerns
Kill you and your bestie
Pay **** to do it correctly
Two Ninas, they lesbians
I gotta shoot you with both or else one'd get jealous
I make money, not exceptions
Take pills like breath mints
She just get dick and refreshments
Free all my dogs in corrections
We all we got, don't need extras
We don't expect shit
We don't get mad over pussy
I'm probably lyin' in some pussy
While fools out here dyin' over pussy
And that's what I don't understand
[Chorus]
'Cause a young **** livin' right
A young **** livin' right (Livin')
Yeah, a young **** livin' right
A young **** livin' right, mmm (You see me)
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young **** livin' right, yeah (Livin')
Bitches see me and start gettin' right
Because they know a **** livin' right (You see me)
[Verse 1]
Standin' on the top, I got a
Lot of observations
Young ****, lot of options
You, you
Runnin' through a check
Buyin' all the champagne, blowin' up the net
And settin' all the trends, showin' **** what's next
I was drinkin' coffee, smokin' weed on the jet
Probably wit' your wifey in the back for pillow talk
But we ain’t talkin', gettin' top while ain't no top
Swear to God, I had a chopper
Now the gun biz are the friends hoppin' out a helicopter
I be rollin' up the doctor's wishes
Countin' up the money, kickin' out the bitches
'Cause they all up on you, but be gone when it get real
Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield
Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning
(Ho)
Goons on deck, don't make a **** sick 'em on ya
(Go, go, go)
**** talkin' shit, gon' make a **** get pneumonia
Wrist so cold, think it's sick and got Ebola
Crib so big, got a bitch in every corner
Joint smoke good 'cause I showed her how to roll it
In the morning, I got meetings with my lawyer
Arguments I'll never be a part of
Love pussy and some good conversation
And that money, we'll never see a shortage
**** run up on me, he gon' be a goner
Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch
I got a joint I just rolled that got a Liu Kang kick
I gotta do it big, that's just how I do things
[Chorus]
Uh, 'cause a young **** livin' right
A young **** livin' right (Young ****)
A young **** livin' right
A young **** livin' right, yeah (You see me)
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young **** livin' right, yeah (Livin')
Bitches see me and start gettin' right
Because they know a **** livin' right, uh (You see me)
[Verse 2]
My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out
Lifespan, motherfuckin' lifespan
That shit all depend on how tonight pan out
Ooh, I swear these hoes ain't right man
I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now
Red bandana in my right pocket
So if I pull the trigger, I can wipe that down
I just put my gun up in her Coach bag
I won't hesitate to pull it right back out
Life coach? I don't need no life coach
To coach me through my motherfuckin' ups and downs
Tell a bitch don't ask no questions
My money so old, I tell my new money "Respect your elders"
I'm startin' to get jealous of my own reflection
The young **** sexy, a young **** healthy
A young **** flexin', I'm countin' my blessings
"Achoo," "God bless me," "Thank you," "You're welcome"
I talked to my Reverend, asked him if there’s a Heaven
A Heaven for a G, because me and my Gangstas
Done done it all, but never tell
He say "We already in Hell," I say "Ain't that a bitch?"
'Cause I work too hard, but still thankful as if this shit came as a gift
I just pray for my **** that's out here still slangin' that shit
Keep my distance, I can't take that risk
I hope they understand
[Chorus]
'Cause a young **** livin' right
A young **** livin' right (Livin')
Yeah, a young **** livin' right
A young **** livin' right, mmm (You see me)
Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young **** livin' right, yeah (Livin')
Bitches see me and start gettin' right
Because they know a **** livin' right, yeah (You see me)
Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Lil Wayne, Marco Rodriguez-Diaz, Mike Molina, Terry Bourgeois