[Hook]
At W, but nigga you was staying at Doubletree
I’m a young rich nigga, 100 bands on me
I could take your bitch, fly across the country
My niggas young niggas, with triggers
They ain’t scared to go on a frenzy
My pinky ring it cost me way more than your [?]
Feels good to be rich
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
Feels good to be rich
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
Feels good to be rich
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
You ain’t talking bout money, no cash
I can’t fuck with ya
[Verse 1]
I don’t know how I did it
[?] bitches that wouldn’t fuck with me
Now, pull up in a ‘rari, 24s [?] call up money
My paper real long like chips in the ground
Hard work pays off, nigga had to stay down
Imma ride for my niggas, I ain’t never gon lay down
Fuck what you’re talking bout
Young rich nigga, I’m walking round with the ice
Got to thank god cause he saved my life
Been through everything, it wasn’t right
Nigga I was robbing, hitting juugs all night
Young rich nigga, take your bitch, fly across the country
But your bank empty
Back then I was broke and my gas was on E
Now I’m rich, on free
At W, but nigga you was staying at Doubletree
I’m a young rich nigga, 100 bands on me
I could take your bitch, fly across the country
My niggas young niggas, with triggers
They ain’t scared to go on a frenzy
My pinky ring it cost me way more than your [?]
Feels good to be rich
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
Feels good to be rich
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
Feels good to be rich
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
You ain’t talking bout money, no cash
I can’t fuck with ya
[Verse 1]
I don’t know how I did it
[?] bitches that wouldn’t fuck with me
Now, pull up in a ‘rari, 24s [?] call up money
My paper real long like chips in the ground
Hard work pays off, nigga had to stay down
Imma ride for my niggas, I ain’t never gon lay down
Fuck what you’re talking bout
Young rich nigga, I’m walking round with the ice
Got to thank god cause he saved my life
Been through everything, it wasn’t right
Nigga I was robbing, hitting juugs all night
Young rich nigga, take your bitch, fly across the country
But your bank empty
Back then I was broke and my gas was on E
Now I’m rich, on free
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