paroles de chanson I Luv It - Young Jeezy

Ride till I die
Lord knows I stay high
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it
Ayy, let's go!

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work, be on the way with some more
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it

Once again it's on, I'm back in the motherfuckin' booth
These niggas still lying, on the motherfuckin' truth
I don't believe 'em, I need some motherfuckin' proof
I ain't more to four door, I caught the motherfuckin' coupe
It's tryin' be me, I'm just tryin' be G
And e'rything comes to the light you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme
Check your watch nigga, it's my time
Mind made up I was on my grind (yeah, that's right)
So pay attention, yeah you on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again, all done that before man
M.O.E., you ain't part of the program
Or maybe you niggas ain't listenin'
Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work, be on the way with some more
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it

Yeah, I blew up, but they ain't like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like that
Saw my first brick, yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Nike's 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, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work, be on the way with some more
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it

Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang, true
All the real niggas either dead or in jail
And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the ATL
You gotta play how it go, you can't cheat on life
(Ye-yah) 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, yup
Fresh out the pot yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a nine to five
But I already got a job, and that's stayin' alive

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work, be on the way with some more
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it (yeah, yeah), and I luv it

Ride till I die
Lord knows I stay high
And I love it (yeah, yeah), and I love it (hey)
Ride till I die
Lord knows I stay high
And I love it (yeah, yeah), and I love it (hey)