Lit Video (MV)
Performed By: Steve Aoki
Featuring: Gucci Mane, T-Pain, Yellow Claw
Length: 2:49
Written by: FAHEEM NAJM, JIMMY J G L JIM TAIHUTTU, NILS RONDHUIS, RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS, STEVE AOKI
Steve Aoki - Lit Lyrics
Official
Yeah, boy, you gettin' that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y'all tryna do our shit, you just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha)
Long as y'all gettin' lit, let's go
It's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin' for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip
I'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I just put in the tip
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But her hands go up to the ceilin'
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
I'mma put that top tier shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But her hands go up to the ceilin'
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
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Yeah, boy, you gettin' that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y'all tryna do our shit, you just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha)
Long as y'all gettin' lit, let's go
It's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin' for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip
I'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I just put in the tip
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But her hands go up to the ceilin'
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
I'mma put that top tier shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But her hands go up to the ceilin'
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
All of y'all tryna do our shit, you just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha)
Long as y'all gettin' lit, let's go
It's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin' for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip
I'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I just put in the tip
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But her hands go up to the ceilin'
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
I'mma put that top tier shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But her hands go up to the ceilin'
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
Writer: FAHEEM NAJM, JIMMY J G L JIM TAIHUTTU, NILS RONDHUIS, RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS, STEVE AOKI
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.