Finally Famous Album

Artist(s): Big Sean

Cover Art

Big Sean Finally Famous Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 1:14
producer: Kevin Randolph and Key Wane
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Omar Loya and Rob Kinelski
assistant mixer: Laurence Naber
assistant recording engineer: Sam Lewis and Anna Ugarte
writer: Dwane M. Weir II, Kevin Randolph, Big Sean

Finally famous in this
Getting, everything
I say
I'm still dreaming bigger than I'm living
And just sleeping long enough to dream
Spent long enough in the sheets
It's time to turn it to the real thing
And turn these ideas to milli's
Business in the buildings
No girlfriend, you're looking for some feelings
Find a dentist
Me and my crew toured around the world
Shook a million hands
I never made the crowd fans
I made 'em all fam'
And came back to the city
That made us all men
Except we kings now
Reflecting, trying to take it all in
I put the city on my back
So that way if I fall
I'm crowd surfing the map
I turn mistakes into lessons
Dead ends to exits
On the journey of my life
So I'm inviting y'all to get in
Let's go
Go go go go go go

I Do It

length: 3:35
producer: The Legendary Traxster and No I.D.
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Rob Kinelski and Omar Loya
guitar: Steve Wyreman
keyboard: Kevin Randolph
assistant mixer: Sam Lewis and Anna Ugarte
assistant recording engineer: Laurence Naber
writer: Samuel Lindley, Big Sean, No I.D.
I do it
I do it
I do it
Yeah I like that, boi
***** **** your time niggga

I waited my whole life to be the man of the hour
Really can't lie, I was the man when I started
I will be the man when I die
Man these hoes, take your money (money)
And I take their virginity
I'm high, I split an O in half, now it's a parenthesis
Crazier than crazy, ape ****, retardedly stupid
I put that weed in an uh and pass it
Yep that's ally oopin', okay
Oh, that's your girl
Well I don't give a master two shits
Okay I'm westside, westside till I'm riding underneath them tulips
You bordo like Enrique, I'm toupee, I'm three-pee
I'm looking like I'ma sweepstakes
But I treat ya girl like a cheap skate
Cause I need a crib, a big estate
I need a boat and that need a lake
I need some salmon, that need a plate
That need a chef so I feed my safe
My crew is who I'd be widdy-be-wid-it
Rose I sippity-sip-it
I'm Quagmire I **** hoes
My cash flow I giggity-giggity it
Boy, I'm ****-a-mania
The most zaniest, insaniant
Pulling up in Merced-iance
Rolling up like I'm Damian
I love girls that Arabian, Albanian, Caucasian
I ride around gettin' cranium 'cause my **** is hard as titanium
Oh boy you had your chance, and blew it (you blew it)
Stand aside and watch a real ***** do it *****

I do it
I do it
I do it
I do it
I do it
I do it
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
I do it

I feel like, the world mine
Just bow down, the world mine
I'ma let you live, the world mine
This world mine

The one and only in this motha'****er
*****s staring like we the only ones in this motha'****er
How could you not know we in this motha'****er
I got my haters looking lonely in this motha'****er
Whoa, I'm sipping on whatever I get handed
Throwing house parties so crazy that my crib look like a campus
Play your cards right and I could blow you up
Nah, I ain't Gambit ****, I'm wasted, wasted
This looks like a job for Captain Planet
Nah, nah, good lordy, wowdy, I just took more shot than Kobe
The realest *****s is reppin'
The baddest *****es promoting
She put that thong on my groin groin
And then it go boing!
Got my frontier on her bumper does it look like she towing
I hustle hard like I'm finna lose the crib
And party hard like I'm finna do it big
All I ever do is big
So all she wanna do is big
Girl, what your name is, I really can't remember
The tone breaking tree down, somebody yell out timber
I'm up up in them Kush clouds, lighting up like I'm Zeus
***** stand back watch how a real ***** do it

I do it
I do it
I do it
I do it
I do it
I do it
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
Boi
I do it

I feel like, the world mine
Just bow down, the world mine
I'ma let you live, the world mine
This world mine

Boi

My Last

length: 4:14
producer: No I.D.
vocal: Chris Brown
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Brian B. Springer, Rob Kinelski and Omar Loya
background vocals: Priscilla Renea
guitar: Steve Wyreman
keyboard: Kevin Randolph
bass guitar: Steve Wyreman
assistant mixer: Omar Loya
assistant recording engineer: Brian Warwick
writer: Big Sean, No I.D.
Hands up in the air
I just want the
I just want the baddest ***** in the world
Right here on my lap

And I'mma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this night up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this *** up like its my last
Swear I'mma, swear I'mma do it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

OK, now where that alcohol
You ain't even got to ask
Cause I'mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a seven in the face, but a ten in the ***
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just walked in fresher than the shirts off in this mu'****a'
Ima need a baddest broad to twirk off in this **********a'
I'mma go hard till it hurts off in this **********a'
I'mma ball so you gotta work off in this **********a'
The work, and I can get you anything you want
I could, I could, I could put you on
See you look like Beyonce so do it like Beyon
Do it like Beyonce and put it on Sean
Grind hard but a got a lot to show for it
Always had drive like I had to chauffeur it
My team's so true we should get a camera crew
To follow us around and make a show for us

And I'mma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this night up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this *** up like its my last
Swear I'mma, swear I'mma do it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

Now, I'mma fill this glass up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma blow this bag up like its my last
I'mma spend this cash up like it's my last
And I'mma make it last, like it's my last
And I'm gone, can't remember where I am
But she forget about her man when they tell her who I am
And they introduce my fan
Now she all up in space
All all up in my face like you remember who I am
Since I signed to Kan', I'm Louie Vuitton Sean
Up in Benny Han Han eating all the wontons
Rose rose over a little Chandon
Put her hands down my pants now she rocking Sean John
Man I just ended up on everybody guest list
I'm just doing better than what erry'one projected
Knew that I'd be here so if you asked me how I feel
I'mma just tell you, its everything that I expected *****

Hands up in the air
(One time for the West side, let me see them hands)
Hands up in the air
(Two times if you love Good Music)
Hands up in the air
(And three times for the baddest chick in the world
Who got her hands up in the air)
Hands up in the air

And I'mma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this night up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this *** up like its my last
Swear I'mma, swear I'mma do it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

Big *** bottles,
Big ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin' on a budget
Me and my people do it big out in public cause
Cause if you don't do it big, ***** you ain't doing nothing

And I'mma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this night up like it's my last
I'mma I'mma hit this *** up like its my last (boi)
Swear I'mma, swear I'mma do it like
Like I like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
all all all all, all all all all
Like I like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

Don't Tell Me You Love Me

length: 3:55
producer: No I.D.
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Mike Riley, Rob Kinelski, Andrew Dawson and Omar Loya
background vocals: Kaye Fox
guitar: Steve Wyreman
keyboard: Kevin Randolph
bass guitar: Steve Wyreman
assistant mixer: George "Tre" Ammatuna
assistant recording engineer: Sam Lewis, Anna Ugarte and Brian Warwick
writer: Steve Wyreman, Kevin Randolph, Big Sean, No I.D.
I know your tears more than you 'cause I see 'em so much
That's what happens when you're here with no trust, okay
I lied, cheated, you cried
You done worse ****, and I'm still here, right?
And ********** your friends
All them hoes hatin'
If you're not down, then what's your location?
I called and checked in every night and that was not probation
They gave they two cents and we ain't ask for no donation
Man, you on some other other ****
Just found out about my other other *****
Went from "I love ya" to "Ya don't know who ya ****in' with"
Fresh off of vacay and already need another trip
She said I had enough tries
Oh, and I'm the reason that she doesn't trust guys
What's the perfect girl if it's not the perfect time?
If you wanna leave fine

Just don't tell me you love me
You're gonna make it too hard for me
I wish you were ugly
It'd wouldn't be so hard to leave
'Cause baby I hate to, love you
I can't make up my mind
'Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
You you you you
I be right back in bed witch you
You you you you
So don't tell me you love me

Wishin' I would've tried more
She wanted the truth
Truthfully I wish I lied more
'Cause when I was true,
All I heard was buy more,
**** you, who is that? And I don't know why more
We were picture perfect and I tore it all apart
But if I pick up all the pieces we could still be a collage
Feelin' like we ended too soon
Used to stay home and do it in all the rooms
Back shots, I know what you like
Had you hittin' high notes and you don't even need no autotune
Nights I was Patron'ed up
Girls dressed alike lookin' like they cloned up
Same nights I wouldn't pick my phone up
And you was thinkin' "Damn boy, grow up!"
And I could still hear her leavin'
Crazy, when a heart breaks it never breaks even
I even found another girl that's perfect
And I'm the only reason we're not workin'
'Cause what's the perfect girl if it's not the perfect time?
And if you wanna stay, fine

Just don't tell me you love me
You're gonna make it too hard for me
I wish you were ugly
It'd wouldn't be so hard to leave
'Cause baby I hate to, love you
I can't make up my mind
'Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
You you you you
I be right back in bed witch you
You you you you
So don't tell me you love me

So don't tell me you love me,
Whatever you do, whatever you do
So don't tell me you love me
So don't tell me you love me,
Whatever you do, whatever you do
So don't tell me you love me

Wait for Me

length: 3:57
producer: Exile and No I.D.
vocal: Lupe Fiasco
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Rob Kinelski, Jeff Lane and Omar Loya
background vocals: Siham Hashi
guitar: Steve Wyreman
keyboard: Kevin Randolph
bass guitar: Steve Wyreman
assistant mixer: Anna Ugarte
assistant recording engineer: Sam Lewis and Laurence Naber
writer: Alex Manfredi, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Big Sean, No I.D.
I hope it's not too late for me
Could you just wait for me a while
Is it too late, too late?
I hope it's not too late, too late

I hope it's not too late for me
Could you just wait for me a while
Is it too late, too late?
I hope it's not too late, too late

I hope it's not too late
I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase
Ridin' in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez
Tryna keep my head above water
So I stayed out the navy
I, I, I made a promise to my girl
Said Imma leave town and bring back the whole world
So I bought a ticket
Took longer than expected
Came back around like a necklace
And the first thing she said, was (it's too late!)
Like *****, I got needs too
I found a man who gave me what I need
Now I don't need ya
I barely gotta text the call back
You ol' lying *** *****
You're a dog
Out here chasin' paper
****in' *****es
Nah
Nah ***** you're too late
Live with it
Now you got a roommate
My homie served ten years
It's too late for him to be treated equally
Too late for him to make it out the hood legally
Ridin' around doing my thing
Is it too late to be tryin' to live dreams
Turn them all real
Reality is just a technicality
And so is being fake
So don't tell me that
I'm that I'm too late

I hope it's not too late for me
Could you just wait for me a while
Is it too late, too late?
I hope it's not too late, too late

I hope it's not too late for me
Could you just wait for me a while
Is it too late, too late?
I hope it's not too late, too late

Alarm clock said i'm too late
And they said i'm too weak
I could use a few weights
So they said I took too long
And don't look too strong
Well how long would you take
Waitin's got me here in the first place
Another second maybe second
Maybe third in the worst case
Now we'll display
On my word plays
Moving weight
It's such a trap
Move and weight
You can't do that
I know i'm dope man
But I can't move crack
And it's such a fraction
They way you thinking about your plans
But I tryna bring it back
Before your brain hit the pan
Sean from Detroit
Lupe from Chicago land
But both of our chains say made in Japan
German engineers design both of the sedans
Ride with Mr. Right on time
Or stay Miss another chance, man
Re-direct it at the girls
Not an ultimatum
Just an option in this world
But things come and go
When the clocks never stop
Be on time for nothing
A little late for a lot

I hope it's not too late for me
Could you just wait for me a while
Is it too late, too late?
I hope it's not too late, too late

I hope it's not too late for me
Could you just wait for me a while
Is it too late, too late?
I hope it's not too late, too late

I hope it's not too late
I hope it's not too late
The last thing I wanna hear is too late
Yeah yeah

Tell me is it too late for me to try and change the world
Is it too late to say I wanna change girls
Is it too late even though I'm the ****
Is it too late to tell y'all to suck my ****, *****

I do it too late for what
I want it I need it
If I need it I got it
Cause this how finally famous *****s do

Marvin & Chardonnay

length: 3:42
producer: Pop Wansel
vocal: Roscoe Dash and Kanye West
mixer: Mike Dean
recording engineer: Noah Goldstein, Omar Loya, Rob Kinelski, Mike Riley and Josh Minyard
additional producer: Mike Dean
keyboard: Mike Dean and Darhyl Camper, Jr.
cello: Chris Chorney
cello arranger: Mike Dean
writer: Roscoe Dash, Big Sean, Kanye West, Pop Wansel
Yeah,
You know a ***** don't really wanna take his cool off her

Early in the morning
When she's all alone
I'm a take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood,
Girl I brought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah (yeah)
She love the way I'm doing it
So good she wont put my tattoo on it
Bottom line is, you the finest
Gave you a new name (whats that, whats that, whats that?)
My *****
Hold up, hol' up, whoa there
Lets capture this moment if I hit than I own it
Marijua'moanin' every mornin'
And Patronin' girl, we grownin'
But that ***** got me feeling like a kid with the street lights on
Street lights on?
You know I got it going til it's

Early in the morning
When she's all alone
I'm a take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood girl I brought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
So just let the song play
The long way, the strong way
It's our day, it's our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up,
Talk to the, talk to the, hand
***** you talking to a grown *** man
'itch like way way way too much in your pants for us not to make the bed squeak
(There goes the bed sheets)
Everybody rip the swag off
'Fore I rip the tag off
Why my pants sag off, 'cause I'm rappin' my *** off
Flow so ugly, money so handsome
This the ****ing anthem, get it, the ****ing anthem

Early in the morning
When she's all alone
I'm a take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood girl I brought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
So just let the song play
The long way, the strong way
It's our day, it's our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

I don't really wanna uh talk too much
But you love it when I talk like I lost it
And I love how you look when ya blazin'
And I swear you turn at least half Asian
And we 'bout to have a liaison
She cool, get head with her shades on
You should just go and throw a cape on
And it's just so amazin'
So amazin'
So amazin'

Take it to the car, bloop, bloop,
That **** look like I'm speed racing
Leave 'em with me, it'll boost your reputation
Westside is where I'm stationed
Spend all night, just champagne tasting
Ain't no rush girl, lets just pace it til its

Early in the morning
When she's all alone
I'ma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood girl I brought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
So just let the song play
The long way, the strong way
It's our day, it's our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

And this was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

Dance (A$$)

length: 3:18
producer: Da Internz
mixer: Jaycen Joshua
recording engineer: Mike Riley and Rob Kinelski
assistant mixer: Jesus Garnica
assistant recording engineer: Laurence Naber and Anna Ugarte
writer: Ernest Clark, Alonzo Miller, Marcos Palacios, MC Hammer, Big Sean, Rick James
Stop now make that ************ hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid (I do it, boy)

Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
I'm stack stacking my paper my wallet look like a Bible
I got girlies half naked that **** look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then your *** is colossal, like woop
Drop that *** make it boomerang
Take my belt off ***** I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
**** that you gonna get some **** today
I walk in with my crew and I'm breaking they necks
I'm looking all good I'm making her wet
They pay me respect they pay me in checks
And if she look good she pay me in sex
Bounce that *** its the roundest
You the best you deserve a crown *****
Right on that (***)

Stop, now make that ************ hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid (I do it, boy)

OK stop drop it drop it
You got everybody in here oh my gosh-ing
Bad *****es I'm your dada white girls go gaga
Sticks out they bust so it they open like yaya's a pinata
***** look down tell me what's up
Girl you talk to much shut up
I got that mad **** you know it always nut up
And it got a attitude no wonder why it's stuck up
Pop it then back up yo gymnastics got me ecstatic
Your whole crew look like a pageant
I'm dropping cash tip and some taxes
Girl you got me about to pass out
I'm wondering if cupid gave you *** shots
Because I'm in love with that (***)

Stop, now make that ************ hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

Whoa, white girls (white girls)
Black girls (black girls)
Tall girls (tall girls)
Fat girls (fat girls)
Shake that *** girl
Shake that *** girl
Shake that *** girl
Shake that *** girl

Short girls (short girls)
Go small girls (small girls)
Go skinny girls (go skinny girls)
Go all girls (all girls)
Shake that *** girl
Shake that *** girl
Shake that *** girl
Shake that *** girl

And I want all of that (***)

Stop, now make that ************ hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid (I do it, boy) go stupid

Get It (DT)

length: 3:27
producer: The Neptunes
vocal: Pharrell Williams
mixer: DURO
recording engineer: Omar Loya, Andrew Coleman, Rob Kinelski and Mike Riley
assistant mixer: Adrien "Chocolate" Crapanzano
assistant recording engineer: Sam Lewis
writer: Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Big Sean
Yo its money time
Yeah
Yes sir

I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit anymore
I'm talking Donald Trump level
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle all hos
Screaming oh
My ***** go
Go for the gold

OK B-I B-I *****'ll do it to death
If I come in with half bet I leave with the rest, OK
You might be cool getting fifty percent
And I'm like **** you doing I need Diddy percent
Got a million on line one and another mill dialing in
Momma on line four telling me how much not to spend
'Ye on line three telling me how we about to win
You one hold trying to get conferenced in
I just I just gotta have it
Imagine and make it happen I prayed about it then grabbed it
My life is a ****ing movie the baddest *****es get casted
I'm in a race with myself to see who can get it the fastest
I'm sipping on shh' older than me
The warmer the weather the colder the drink
The colder the weather the warmer the mink
I'm living life like I found a ****ing check with no ink
I get it

I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit anymore
I'm talking Donald Trump level
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle all hos
Screaming oh
My ***** go
Go for the gold

Get it get it
***** we can get it
Get it get it
***** you can get it
Get it get it
***** I can get it
Get it get it
My ***** we can get it

Whoa the sky never seemed so low
Looking at a life you never seen so close
I had a dream about a trillion in cash
It's time to make it happen
I'm back to dreaming what you cant imagine
Talking cash **** you gotta fake a accent
I broke enough tree down that I can make a cabin
I turned all my problems to ash
All my ones into halves and then divide it by half
Pass it on to my man write my will out
Then pass it on to my fam' and finally become a man
I had a dream I was greatest of all time
Greatest of all Big's and greatest of all Sean's
Sipping on shh older than me
The warmer the weather the colder the drink
The colder the weather the warmer the mink
I'm living life like I found a ****ing check with no ink
I get it

I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit anymore
I'm talking Donald Trump level
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle all hos
Screaming oh
My ***** go
Go for the gold

Get it get it
***** we can get it
Get it get it
***** you can get it
Get it get it
***** I can get it
Get it get it
Yeah yeah my ***** we can get it

Memories, Part II

length: 4:34
producer: No I.D.
vocal: John Legend
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Jason Agel, Rob Kinelski and Mike Riley
guitar: Steve Wyreman
keyboard: Kevin Randolph
bass guitar: Steve Wyreman
assistant mixer: Anna Ugarte
assistant recording engineer: Anna Ugarte, Sam Lewis and Laurence Naber
writer: John Legend, Big Sean, No I.D.
[Verse 1 - Big Sean]
Sometimes I dream bigger than I live
Sometimes I think better when I'm lit
So goin and light it
Roll it up, ignite it
One time for all my n____s that dreamed it than real life'd it!
I swear I've been through everything in life but a coffin
They say thr sky's the limit, how b____? I'm moonwalking!
And my middle name Michael ho
Success is my idol and being broke is my rival
But it's cool because I got the t__le ho
See I just want my fantasies in real life
You got everything tell me what it feel like
m____fuck the radio if I can't hear mine
They give the wrong n____s more airtime than airlines
Is you feeling me?
If not you feel my energy
See I know I'mma make it, but even if I don't
Don't feel bad cuz honestly all the times that I had
Those will be the best memories

[Hook]
Be the best memories
I hope that you remember me
These will be the best memories
Cause in the end all you really have is memories

[John Legend]
Let's reminisce over the good times and the bad
Reflect on everything we missed
Cause you know we'll never get it back

[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Are you willing to give up what you love, for who you love
Or lose your girlfirend to groupie love
Everywhere I go I get a group of hugs
Thats what happens when they need connections and you the plug
How many trends you gotta set before you considered great
How many missed calls before you considered fake
How many dreams before its considered fate
I'm eating in a World where I'm considered bait
A workaholic addicted to bills
People addicted to me cuz they addicted to real
My best friend got addicted to pills
I can't look at him in his eyes, you don't know how that sh-t feels mentally!
I aint trying to rock no shirts that say "in memory"
I'm praying that he make, wished we could go back
Cuz honestly all the times that we had
those be the best memories...

[John Legend]
Let's reminisce over the good times and the bad
Reflect on everything we missed
Cause you know we'll never get it back

[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Sometimes reality checks are too big to be cashed
Was mailed one when I heard Nique had died in that crash
Seemed like yesterday I just seen him smile and laugh
I'm stressing over little s___
When I should be happy I can
They say my music beating, cause I follow my heart
I always have faith, like who swallows the darts
And with my Mama looking at cribs that we can't purchase
Houses bigger than a palace
But she a queen, so she deserve it
So I'm focused, they try to throw me off track
But they just hurdles
I'm marathoning to the money and you just running off in a circle
Man, I'm huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle
Fast forward a few years later
Now we the f___ing winner's circle
Remember the first time I was rhyming for Kan'
Almost as nervous as the first time I rhymed for my mom
Sold out the theater downtown, she said it was perfect
But I already dreamed it
So it felt like I rehearsed it
Much as my grandma took care of me since I was birthed
Sad I used to steal $20 bill right out her purses
No I ain't perfect, tryna make a gift out of a curse
Life out of a hearse
And if I die, of course I have the memories..

[John Legend]
Let's reminisce over the good times and the bad
Reflect on everything we missed
Cause you know we'll never get it back

High

length: 4:20
producer: Xaphoon Jones
vocal: Chiddy Bang and Wiz Khalifa
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Xaphoon Jones, Rob Kinelski and Omar Loya
assistant mixer: Anna Ugarte
assistant recording engineer: Laurence Naber and Sam Lewis
writer: Chidera Anamege, Noah Beresin, Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa
I don't give a **** about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
And I wish that this could last forever
But maybe one night is even better
Real ***** Mayne
All the people plotted with
Is the same ones I'm dividin' the profits with

Now I'm in the building like two planes *****
Kickin' it with my shirt off, on some Liu Kang ****
Sleep with the sun up like I grew fangs *****
I come alive in the night, on some Bruce Wayne ****
Livin' my life, gettin' high payments
****in' with some new broads and they high maintenance
And they wearin' high heels, trips somewhere on high hills
**** sittin' high, rollin' zips gettin' high man err'thang high

High, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go,
It's time to go, it's time to go it's time to go, go

I don't give a **** about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
Cause' the penthouse ninety floors up
Make love and then join the mile high club
Yeah I'm on camera, fresh out of a sex scene
I just turn all my nightmares into wet dreams
I'm in a new crib, so big, I'm talkin' town size
Sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho, I think it's crown size
***** I do it big, and I never plan to down size
People who talk ****, is feelin' like dickheads
Saw me on the web like I had an extra six legs
Lookin' at my highlights
With a ***** with highlights
Crowd wavin' at me, all tryna' say hi right
Everything high

High, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go,
It's time to go, it's time to go it's time to go, go

If you roll one up, I'mma roll one too
Oh you say you don't smoke
Well that's all that we do
You be up in the club
I be up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I burn enough cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the "o", even my fans smoke it
Cause' they throw it at my shows
Hidin' it when I travel in case the police gotta know
Rollin' it up in traffic
Make you smoke out of a bong, put you on different hashes
My chick is the baddest, my spliff is the fattest
I'm livin' so lavish
Gotta patch a lil' kid tryna' get at this cabbage
My pinky ring a "v" eight, I filled it with carrots
I'm Popeye with spinach, till' the day I die I'm gettin' high

High, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go,
It's time to go, it's time to go it's time to go, go

I don't give a **** about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't
Everything high
Man that's it man, do it
Finally famous in this bi'

I'm fly, my swell on the price line
Truthfully I want this **** to last a lifetime
Simply amazing, we blazin' as we just right rhymes
Cold flow, ice time, breakin' down bright pines
Enough with all the beefin' I'm over it
Outta town kush, but they smokin' that local ****
I always knew that I would be the man
They ride the greyhound, but I'm more a Peter Pan, we the fam'
Off the scale, yeah we about to break the Richter quick
Loud years, work a thousand words we should picture ****
When I come to smokin' we have a certificate
I know them haters is wishin' we fakin' licorice
**** it we up, my *****s strong, give me another "L"
I need a high class chich that I might travel well
She familiar with Fendi, comfortable in the Chanel
And you errthang' high when you livin' swell

High, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
It's time to go, it's time to go,
It's time to go, it's time to go

Live This Life

length: 4:18
producer: No I.D.
vocal: The‐Dream
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Omar Loya, Rob Kinelski and Pat Thrall
background vocals: James Fauntleroy and Kaye Fox
guitar: Steve Wyreman
keyboard: Kevin Randolph
bass guitar: Steve Wyreman
assistant mixer: George "Tre" Ammatuna
assistant recording engineer: Brian Warwick, Chris Soper, Mike Riley and Laurence Naber
writer: Steve Wyreman, James Fauntleroy, The‐Dream, Kevin Randolph, Big Sean, No I.D.
Oh **** I'm finally famous
And I'm rolling with the **********in' top down
How can you blame us?
I wanna break you off like right now

I do it, hey,
All time millionaire
I wanna break you off like right now
I wanna break you off like right now

Hell yeah ***** high right now (right now)
That's the reason I said "hi" right now (right now)
Come have the time of your life right now
All you gotta do is close your eyes right now
This **** classic, they ask "where your outfit from?"
Please, The Saks Fifth, first class
Only culture games and practice
Oh you athletic? ****, show me on the mattress
Cause it's already night time (night time)
And I feel like the right time
(And I feel like the right time)
Twisting up my fingers
Like the young P-A-C, B-I-G but she just call me D-A-D
I do it

Oh **** I'm finally famous
And I'm rolling with the **********in' top down
How can you blame us?
I wanna break you off like right now

And I'ma need that penthouse on top of the world
That Detroit player on top of the world
Detroit players on top of your girl
It's been a hell of a night
What a beautiful life

Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Fancy things
Flashing lights, it's been a hell of a night
What a beautiful life

Hell yeah, ***** gone right now
That's why we should get gone right now
I'm trying to get you home right now
I bet I could turn you on right now
Really I can't call it
Stress turned me to a weed-head
And parties into an alcoholic
And money turned me into a workaholic
And money turned her into a twerkaholic
Yeah do it, do it, yeah do it with no hands
Do it like you do it when you do it with your man
I could pull up in a Honda Civic, pulling *****es
It ain't about the cars, bout the ***** that's up in it right here,
And all I need is a minute
Start it up, guaranteed I'ma finish
In the nighttime, now feel like the right time
So here go the drink you've been waiting all life for
Make sure the mutha****ing ice cold
My jewelry is ice-cold, stone is albino
Cause you're burning up, your outfit is dyno
Let's give 'em a light show

I ain't Paul McCartney or John Lennon
I ain't buying Beetles, I'm buying Benzes
They mad at you mamacita
Cause them *****es look like Bobby Bonilla

Oh **** I'm finally famous
And I'm rolling with the **********in' top down
How can you blame us?
I wanna break you off like right now

And I'ma need that penthouse on top of the world
That Detroit player on top of the world
Detroit players on top of your girl
It's been a hell of a night
What a beautiful life

Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Fancy things,
Flashing lights, it's been a hell of a night
What a beautiful life

Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
It's been a hell of a night what a beautiful life
Multi-millionaire
I wanna break you off like right now
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life

So Much More

length: 5:55
producer: No I.D.
mixer: Rob Kinelski
recording engineer: Mike Riley and Rob Kinelski
guitar: Steve Wyreman
keyboard: Kevin Randolph
bass guitar: Steve Wyreman
assistant mixer: Anna Ugarte
assistant recording engineer: Omar Loya and Sam Lewis
writer: Big Sean, No I.D.
(Been this way before)
(Dream of finding so much more)
For the city man

Feeling like I got the cheat code to life
Jewelry looking like it got free throwed in ice
Debatin' with the reaper not to repo my life
Cause in my twenty three years I done lived a couple lives
Like why? 'cause I stunt, bags of trees, like its fall
The girls that was outta my league tryna play with my balls
I pay bills, I work hard
And when my momma cried a river, they never gave us a bridge
They gave us a bridge card, *****
Ridin' low, puffin on laow
I came way too far to **** it up now
Text from my mom said "me and your grandma proud"
I'm way too deep in the game to go sit back in the crowd
Teacher told me get a job, save up for a four oh one K
Man I'd rather be young and ****, countin' four oh one K
I'd rather die with a smile instead
I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
B-I

(Been this way before)
But I'm never dividing the bread
(Dream of finding so much more)
***** I bet I get the debit if I don't get the cred (I deserve)

Throwin' westside up like Pac, when they pop ya block up,
Big Poppa flock off, you holy lil' whoadie holy Kenobi, chewbacca
I'm Balenciaga, Chanel, Hermes but I betchu that you won't find it
Rocking Louie and MC'ing
Guess I'm clothes minded
Obama suite, you one below, up in the Joe Biden
I'm in your city just chillin', where are your hoes hiding?
Twenty k for the fit because it's twenty four carats
And I can't lie, the price'll probably go up when I wear it
I'm just D-Town reppin'
And makin' all these *****s who second guessed it regret it
Regret it like half the hoes I smashed in the sheets
At least I realize now how much I loved Ashlee Marie
And when it's all said and done I'd probably give her my knee
Cause she put up with too many games not to have her a ring
Man she almost cried when she seen me on TV on BET
Just making it seem easy
Standing next to Common Sense and Yeezy

(Been this way before)
And the whole world's seen me
(Dream of finding so much more)
***** I know you seen me

Like, man, I wake up to a wet dream
Everyday's a Friday and every nights a sex scene
Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean
Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings
I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens
My life's prom night and guess who the Prom King
They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King
Erry'body know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring"
Tell me that wasn't verse of the year
Man that **** deserves a hearse and a tear
Swear to God I'm overlaid, all my girls get over****ed
All my deals be overpaid and all my joints get over stuffed
Finally Famous *****, there ain't a ****ing thing that's over us
So take that check out and owe it up
Man I turned impossible possible
And what these *****s can barely see in the optical
The same teacher who told me rappin' is what not to do
Said I'm throwin' my life away if I drop outta school
Want me to come speak to the kids, the point I gotta prove
Is that I did everything they told me not to do
After I went down the road, they told me not to cruise
They ain't know that was my road to success
Now my picture on the wall hanging to help the kids follow through
My dream girl is every night, my dream car is optional
My old school look like a T-Rex, I should feed her fossil fuels
(Been this way before)
Man, I turn my enemies to molecules
(Dream of finding so much more)
Little hoes
Without any preparation, I exceed these expectations
Man, they wanna see me dead, but I gave them dedication
I'm yellin' **** 'em all, with a hundred exclamations
Cause I'ma be the man til my ****ing expiration

B-I-G, I do it
This goes out to my motha'****ing city
Detroit, Westside to be exact
Right over there on Northline man...

(Been this way before)
(Dream of finding so much more)

(Been this way before)
(Dream of finding so much more)