Livin It Up (with Post Malone & A$AP Rocky) - Young Thug

When we was lying down on the floor You said I should smile more I was killing your vibe Pretend I didn't hear your voice But baby, I was taking notes Keep that in mind Hey, you say you hate me Ha-ha, I laugh it off Your mind is made, and I can't change it Somehow Haven't seen the sun in a month But it's all sunshine I forgot how to cry It feels like pain, pain is a world away Took my cigarettes and flushed them down the drain now Okay, okay, I'm lying Mmm, hey, you say you hate me Ha-ha, I laugh it off Your mind is made, and I can't change it Somehow, I laugh it off And if I learned anything at all Smile Talk to me, I know it's over I'll listen like I did before Hey, you say you hate me Ha-ha, I laughed it off When I fuck up, like I have lately Somehow, I laugh it off And if I learned anything at all Smile, smile And if I learned anything at all Smile, smile

Hey yo, big bro, you fucking with that? Ha, okay cool Good job, 1st That's my fucking brother right there, ya dig? Dexter, ooh, wait (yeah, a-what) Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove Baby girl watch how you move (what) I got them Vans on my shoes, ooh (I do) I pop a pill and I lose weight Speed it up (speed) Look at them diamonds, they eat it up (eat) Got me two bitches, I eat it up (you what?) They thinkin' of wifing, deleting them (yeah) A-wait, ooh (Dexter) pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (a-what) My brother plug like a socket, ooh Kick in this door, yeah I got it (yeah) Open the safe, you can't lock it, ooh (a-what) Sipping that Wock, yeah, I go to the top Buss on yo' bitch like a Glock, ooh She like to suck on my clock, ooh (yeah) I get the money, don't stop, Dexter! Hah, ya know what I'm saying? Like I, I, I know you like this beat too But you a fucking goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga) A-wait, ooh Word around, word around, word around town (bitch) I heard this boy was a clown, ooh (was a clown) Swim in yo' bitch once I drown, ooh (I do) Calling my plug for the pound, wait Odd Future, yeah it's right on my clothes Bad bitch, yeah I watch her do coke (what) Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor I never do it no more, ooh (a-what) Tellin' you broke it's no joke, ooh I used to kick in that door (kick in that door) Wait, now I'm selling out them shows One on my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh (what) Hold on lil' mama you tweakin' (baby, you tweakin') A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican, what) I get her off molly, she geeking Call up your friends, we'll be set for the weekend Dexter! Ya know what I'm sayin? Like, no no no We can only chill for a weekend then you gotta go Tell your friend too I'm one of the prettiest motherfuckers you've ever seen A-Dexter Order VLONE, color orange mango label Rotary phone (whoo) in my old school Mercedes Smoke OG Grown (whoo) when I'm Californicating I got three phones, business, conversation, and relation Hol' up, wait a sec', wait a min', wait a tic Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist Four finger ring on my hand Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand Don't wanna resort to the hands What the face say to the fist? (I'm Rick James, bitch!) Hah, funny as shit, a fifth of the tab Suck on her tits, go back to the pad Watched "Dexter's Lab" on the 'Flix Uhh, speed it up, speed it up, speed it up (ah) Just did this track then I beat it up (ah) Acne, my jacket from Sweden (huh) My chicks don't exactly know English (what?) They ain't about that action of no beefing, ahh I might as well go back to vegan (um) My shit might go platinum first week (uh) Play this shit back and repeat it (uh) Word around, word of mouth, word around town You the one doin' all the murder 'round town Pullin' up, shootin', leave the burner downtown Shoot it like the birdy 'cause they all fly south Whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin' the wrists I'm fucking your bitch and I'm up in your fridge I only tell stories of tuckin' in kids So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid? Hah, funny as shit, I was missing a bit I'm back in my bag, back to the pad Watched "Dexter's Lab" on the 'Flix Good job, 1st

Yeah Met her at a party She drove a red Ferrari When we went to get naughty Didn't care I was stepping over bodies Some might say Some might say I found a new religion Some might say Some might say I made a bad decision Said you could have my heart If I'm good and the rapture starts You sold me There's no way that I could resist it Control me It's starting to sound realistic If you think I have a soul to save How 'bout have a little faith Take that shit for a ride You sold me If your love is a car, then I'm in it Sign me up I couldn't see it coming There ain't no point in running I'll even cut off all my hair and change my clothes I ain't even call my mother For love, you gotta suffer I'm getting pretty good at doing what I'm told Some might say Some might say I found a new religion Some might say Some might say I made a bad decision Said you could held my heart If I'm good and the rapture starts You sold me There's no way that I could resist it Control me It's starting to sound realistic If you think I have a soul to save How 'bout have a little faith Take that shit for a ride You sold me If your love is a car, then I'm in it Sign me up But I knew the party was over When she tried to take my alcohol You sold me There's no way that I could resist it Control me It's starting to sound realistic Sign me up If you think I have a soul to save How 'bout have a little faith Take that shit for a ride If your love is a car than I'm in it Sign me up

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Woo-ooh Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh When I took a ride in the dead of night Told myself that everything was okay Try to understand how you standin' over me Girl, it's drivin' me crazy Yeah, it's freezin' fuckin' cold in the dead of night The only heat, it come from the ashtray I might as well get high as hell and just keep actin' like Everything doesn't phase me Yeah, take me all the way to the top, baby Don't even if I tell you to stop, baby Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby I wanna go up there And I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there Actin' like I got it all figured out I wanna go up there And I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there Must be better than the hell on the ground Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Woo-ooh Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh It's freezin' fuckin' cold in the dead of night And I'ma drop the top with no Rogaine (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) And now might sound irrelevant but I prefer to stack my chips When everything fallin' (backwoods) And I ain't religious but I look into the sky And pray to anyone holy I been drinkin' way too much and man I got the blues Because my baby don't hold me Yeah, take me all the way to the top, baby Don't even if I tell you to stop, baby Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby I wanna go up there And I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there Actin' like I got it all figured out I wanna go up there And I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there Must be better than the hell on the ground I wanna go up there And I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there Actin' like I got it all figured out I wanna go up there And I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there Must be better than the hell on the ground