Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: V6: The Gift (Mixtape) Song: Live it Up Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] I'm throwing like I used to Got your common boohoo And my diamons coloured new blue Got these bitches coocoo Bag 'em up when they chuchu And track on these hoes Cheese 'em like the packets 'Cause I'm packing up these shoes How the fuck am I supposed to remember Who I bump probably won't When you broke, bitches said you eat they smoke Now they don't, now they nail 'Cause my feet won't hit the street, how you feel I'm a real motherfucker, chasing a dollar bill Drunk as fuck and I'm smoking Trunk her up and I'm hoping I can get her back to my room With this video girl I'm pocking shit I'm getting head right now This supposed to be work I'm laughing hard at these chicks That think they getting close to be known They said, I am fucking with who? that's supposed to be jokes Still be three weeks, and three tweets They get a whole of these quotes Don't know how the hell we floating All I hope are these boats Stocking into my chevy, ride around with these spouts [Chorus] Hey, what you niggaz know about this money The kick, got it ready to go Hundred miles an hour catch me running Full speed ahead to the dough I'ma get it, life without a limit I just want to live it up I got the hunger for more I'ma get it, life without a limit I just want to live it up [Verse 2] I'm stacking on these chips Producing on how I switch the kicks I flip it the whip, I'm sicken then sick I think somebody slipped me of me Marry come dance with me You're like my fantasy I got all these questions girl And you got the answer sheet You know what the dude will teach 'Cause they don't wanna mean to me The couple out the east We got the chance to be I'm out here hitting switches Front street on the slim I got a thousand bitches But you can be the one I'm put a whoop, you beat that pussy like a drum 'Til you come 'til you done Where you from, where you going And you hit it, feeling bad Smack it 'til it's red Everyday I'm playing out with platinum a little bit Bombay on my course, five carat on my coat Five days in my city, that's five days in a the top Niggers know what happen just for talking sideways And they won't Better of you don't, take a hit of this dope [Chorus] Hey, what you niggaz know about this money The kick, got it ready to go Hundred miles an hour catch me running Full speed ahead to the dough I'ma get it, life without a limit I just want to live it up I got the hunger for more I'ma get it, life without a limit I just want to live it up