[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
(Mello made it right)
[Chorus]
God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums
White gold Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout cashin'
Bitch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan (Savage), nasty (Savage)
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage
She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I fuck her, I be laughin' (Fuck off)
We'll never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the MOB (I didn't know Marshmello could make a beat that hard, man)
[Verse 1]
After everything I gave, how you tell me I ain't shit?
All that money that I made, that was 'posed to keep us lit
I was out here suckin' dick, I was tryna pay the (Rent)
I was tryna pay the, I was tryna pay the rent
Free my niggas from the 6, if not weed, then it's a brick
All my youngins takin' hits, fifteen hundred for the mix
Show you to make it ten, I get three, bro, from a gram
I know how to make it dance, twenty-two just for the pants
Ho, quit lying, bitch, you a fan, if it's true, I want the head
I fell back on sellin' meds, I'm supposed to be with Tez
Facin' five years in the feds, ask me, am I though
Ask God, not at all, fuck me, whole lotta cash
(Mello made it right)
[Chorus]
God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums
White gold Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout cashin'
Bitch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan (Savage), nasty (Savage)
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage
She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I fuck her, I be laughin' (Fuck off)
We'll never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the MOB (I didn't know Marshmello could make a beat that hard, man)
[Verse 1]
After everything I gave, how you tell me I ain't shit?
All that money that I made, that was 'posed to keep us lit
I was out here suckin' dick, I was tryna pay the (Rent)
I was tryna pay the, I was tryna pay the rent
Free my niggas from the 6, if not weed, then it's a brick
All my youngins takin' hits, fifteen hundred for the mix
Show you to make it ten, I get three, bro, from a gram
I know how to make it dance, twenty-two just for the pants
Ho, quit lying, bitch, you a fan, if it's true, I want the head
I fell back on sellin' meds, I'm supposed to be with Tez
Facin' five years in the feds, ask me, am I though
Ask God, not at all, fuck me, whole lotta cash
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