[Intro]
Young rich—
(Michigan Meech)
I'm a young rich bastard
I'm a young rich—
I'm a young rich bastard
I'm a young rich bastard
[Verse]
Why these niggas speaking on me like I asked for they opinion?
I can't argue with no nigga unless he up a couple million
He out here tryna be a goon but don't even take care of his children
Everyday I wake up out my sleep, I make another million
Niggas say they for the team, they only care about theyself
Sixty pairs of Amiri's and like twenty-five belts
Niggas acting like I need 'em, they ain't never ever helped
I could put her on the court, or I could put her on the shelf
That clip real long, it hang off that chopper like a belt
This 'Wood real long, it'll take two hours by myself
Fake friends was around, I'd rather hang with myself
If she loyal cars, bags, and shoes come as well
I been loyal to everybody, I don't get it in return
Nigga switched just twice, it ain't his fault, I should've learned
Nigga playing both sides, he can't come back over here
I'm starting to think this nigga jealous, it felt like that for years
I got nine pints here, shit, all of 'em virgins
The way you talk about this case, I swear, that shit make me nervous
Give a nigga twenty shots to his chest 'cause he deserved
If I get a good bitch she get whatever 'cause she earned
Niggas stabbed me in my back but it was cool 'cause he ain’t shoot me
They outside playing 2K, we be playing Call Of Duty
Split my last with my niggas, now I don't want shit in return
You buying gifts, nigga, and you just met her, you a nerd
Got a bitch in Florida that I go and see when I get cold
Got a white and rose Cuban and I got white and rose
Fuck the clubs, in my closet it's eight thousand and Cologne
That nigga body full of hate, he don't got a lawyer bond
Every day he taking pills, I think it's fucking with his dome
I got some niggas down away who ain't leaving till it's gone
Sent some niggas on your block and they ain't leaving till you gone
Got some niggas on your block, they waiting on you to come home
Eight hundred horsepower shaking every block I'm on
I hate when you playing victim like I did something wrong
I'm a multi millionaire, I ain't gotta sell no more phones
I'm the real Mailman, somebody call Karl Malone
I got two seats in the coupe but three of ‘em coming home
Swear to God, this shit a movie, I be wishing I could clone
I put a four in my twenty ounce, now I think I'm Kobe
You can play my music all day but you'll never know
We’ll take you from your kids if you think you ‘bout to hoe me
Young rich—
(Michigan Meech)
I'm a young rich bastard
I'm a young rich—
I'm a young rich bastard
I'm a young rich bastard
[Verse]
Why these niggas speaking on me like I asked for they opinion?
I can't argue with no nigga unless he up a couple million
He out here tryna be a goon but don't even take care of his children
Everyday I wake up out my sleep, I make another million
Niggas say they for the team, they only care about theyself
Sixty pairs of Amiri's and like twenty-five belts
Niggas acting like I need 'em, they ain't never ever helped
I could put her on the court, or I could put her on the shelf
That clip real long, it hang off that chopper like a belt
This 'Wood real long, it'll take two hours by myself
Fake friends was around, I'd rather hang with myself
If she loyal cars, bags, and shoes come as well
I been loyal to everybody, I don't get it in return
Nigga switched just twice, it ain't his fault, I should've learned
Nigga playing both sides, he can't come back over here
I'm starting to think this nigga jealous, it felt like that for years
I got nine pints here, shit, all of 'em virgins
The way you talk about this case, I swear, that shit make me nervous
Give a nigga twenty shots to his chest 'cause he deserved
If I get a good bitch she get whatever 'cause she earned
Niggas stabbed me in my back but it was cool 'cause he ain’t shoot me
They outside playing 2K, we be playing Call Of Duty
Split my last with my niggas, now I don't want shit in return
You buying gifts, nigga, and you just met her, you a nerd
Got a bitch in Florida that I go and see when I get cold
Got a white and rose Cuban and I got white and rose
Fuck the clubs, in my closet it's eight thousand and Cologne
That nigga body full of hate, he don't got a lawyer bond
Every day he taking pills, I think it's fucking with his dome
I got some niggas down away who ain't leaving till it's gone
Sent some niggas on your block and they ain't leaving till you gone
Got some niggas on your block, they waiting on you to come home
Eight hundred horsepower shaking every block I'm on
I hate when you playing victim like I did something wrong
I'm a multi millionaire, I ain't gotta sell no more phones
I'm the real Mailman, somebody call Karl Malone
I got two seats in the coupe but three of ‘em coming home
Swear to God, this shit a movie, I be wishing I could clone
I put a four in my twenty ounce, now I think I'm Kobe
You can play my music all day but you'll never know
We’ll take you from your kids if you think you ‘bout to hoe me
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