Patchwerk Recording Studio, Atlanta, GA - I Luv It lyrics

Ride till I die, Lord knows stay high, and I love it Let's go! We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!), and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad b**hes at my show Parked outside, and sitting on fo's And I love it (yeah!), and love it Once again it's on, I'm back in the motherf**ing booth These n***as still lying, I'm the motherf**ing truth (YEEEEEAHHH!) I don't believe I need some more f**ing proof I ain't want the four door, I copped the motherf**ing coupe (HAHA!) They tryin be me, I'm just tryin be G And everything comes to the light you'll see These n***as in the dark baby I'll just shine (SHINE) I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme (YEEEEEAHHHH!) Check your watch n***a it's my time (HEY!) Mind made up I was on my grind (THAT'S RIGHT!)) So pay attention yea you on my time In that case time waits for no man Do it again I done that before man (GYEAH!) M.O.E., he ain't part of the program Or maybe you n***as ain't listening Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!), and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad b**hes at my show Parked outside, and sitting on vogues And I love it (yeah!), and love it Yea I blew up, but they ain't like that They switched up on me, and I ain't like that Sold my first brick yea, I came right back Fast forward the tape, n***a look at me now And I never turn back, so motherf** that Nikes is on the ground got my head to the sky Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry Woke up this morning so I'm still alive 36 O's I sold them all for five We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!), and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad b**hes at my show Parked outside, and sitting on vogues And I love it (yeah!), and love it Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang (Dro) All the real n***as either dead or in jail And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A-T-L You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life (YEAAAAH!) Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three Fresh out the pot yea the work was hard Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5 But I already got a job, and that's stayin alive We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!), and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad b**hes at my show Parked outside, and sitting on vogues And I love it (yeah!), and love it Ride till I die, Lord knows stay high, and I love it Let's go!