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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Welbon Morris Jr.
Welbon Morris Jr.
Songwriter
Emmanuel Nickerson
Emmanuel Nickerson
Songwriter
David Pack
David Pack
Songwriter
Lee Stone
Lee Stone
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
Terius The-Dream Nash
Terius The-Dream Nash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
OG Webbie
OG Webbie
Co-Producer
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Additional Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Recording Engineer
Maximilian Jaeger
Maximilian Jaeger
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
David Baker
David Baker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Mano
Mano
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, and we G.O.O.D Keep talkin' about this shit but whatever We can go back and forth all day (How much I need, I live for your love) Live for your love baby, live for your love (Live for your love) Live for your love baby, live for your love (Live for your love) Live for your love baby, live for your love (Live for your love) Live for your love baby, live for your love That's that don't play That's that new Ye People sayin' I'm the closest thing to Mike since Janet Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches That's a fresh house, is that a guest house? Your house got another house Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse Young Walt Disney, I'ma tell you truthfully If you leave Mickey you gon' end up with a Goofy I imagine thats what Chris told Karrueche Girls be actin' like it's diamonds in they coochie I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck But cops chokin' niggas out in the media We finna have to protest and tear the city up We 'bout to tear this whole place up pretty much (How much I live) And you know it's all your fault Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, babe You know it's all your fault Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, babe Live for your love baby, live for your love Live for your love baby, live for your love Live for your love baby, live for your love Live for your love baby, live for your love (Straight up) Hoe, we done made it through hell and disaster My crib done got bigger, my women got badder You wonderin', "How do you get in the game?" I'm wonderin', "How do I get to the rafters?" Oh boy, I'm mad until these records gettin' shattered 'Til I'm MJ or Magic, ooh, and she just want the status So, you the man she got, but I'm the man she after She done sent so many naked pics my phone ain't got no data I walk off in New York like my name Derek Jeter Headed home to the D where you know I keep a Gina I'm the good with the evil Fuck you nice to meet you You can have a peace sign man without the middle finger With the clique when you see us, that's my family to me That's my family tree They're my arms, legs, hands, and my feet And I can't cut them off even with diabetes Hit the beat and kerosene it Scratch that, I white sheet it A 100 dollar fade every single time you see us Been a king all my life so I shoulda got a Caesar Somewhere off in Vegas rollin' dice up off the Caesar's Got me thinkin' back 'bout how I used to roll to Little Caesar's Piece of pizza with Tanisha Now I'm with a Boniqua She finna blow at that I got your dream girl, yeah she actin' like a hoe at that Throw her to me I'ma throw that back Top spot I'm finna go at that (Straight up) Live for your love baby, live for your love (Live for your love) Live for your love baby, live for your love (Live for your love) Live for your love baby, live for your love (Live for your love) Live for your love baby (Straight up) Hoe you gotta move quick (World at my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip) (I don't like loose pussy or loose lips) And I done did the impossible a few times, Tom Cruise shit Hoe, and I ain't satisfied bein' on that top five list (I ain't satisfied until that all time list) 'Til everything I spit is all timeless (My girl on that all fine list) My life a little luck, a lot of grind Bitch, no maybe, hoe I gotta make it (Fuck your nomination man fuck the world) I'm repopulatin', wrap that rollie round my waist, yeah, time's a waistin' (Niggas want the comma-comma-combination) Long as I'm around it's gonna be dot-dot-dot, a lot of waitin' Got my pinky on her brain while I'm gettin' brain plottin' world domination (People ask me how I done make it) I'm just like, man if you wan't the crown, bitch you gotta take it Straight up (Straight up)
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Noah D. Goldstein, Terius Youngdell Nash, Emmanuel Eugene Nickerson, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick, Kanye Omari West, Welbon Morris Jr., David Robert Pack, Lee Harvey Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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