[Intro: Yung Richard Branson]
It's your boy, Yung Richard Branson
Young Richard Splashin', Young Richard-Im-Dancin'
You know I'm back on that Money Changed Everything mixtape
Nigga, I got the Gucci belt around my head
The Gucci goggles around my waist
Don't think about it, but I'm flexing and I'm flossin'
In the BMW, the M series, that wagon, and I'm splashin'
My dawg Dave bout to snap on that FREE PARKING
And you already know how we rockin'
It's that League shit
We got choppers on waist, choppers on ankle
Choppers strapped to the back
So if you need that, let's go
[Verse 1: Dreyyz]
Bow our heads let us pray
Lord please tell these pussy niggas I don't play
Preacherman told me that you keep you Prophets safe
But these niggas wouldn't get it 'less you spittin' from the K
K-I-N-G to the Dreyyz
Potatoe at the end, you could have it your way
West Pines we cray
So you know that's every day
My niggas with the shits and you niggas playing games
Been bout cash, never been bout change
But these niggas all changed cause of money
What a shame
Damn, bet my shit talk like Oprah
Cause these bitches keep cumin' like a fucking Royal Rumble
Hard to be humble when you got all these bundles
Hit a nigga bitch and that relationship fumbles
Scope like the Hubble, hit a nigga in his slumber
Pussy nigga good night
Tuck him 6 feet under
Bye, the pretty Porsche drive by
Drag racing my nigga Beiber on Dykes
Red & blue lights, dodging 25-to-life
For a 187, 200 on 75
If I swerve I might die
Swear I'm flying in the sky
Gas got me high, see a pig to the right
Hit the gas a little harder
They can't catch me in a Charger
Tell Ladanian I'm sorry
Panamanian Armani model bitches in my sauna
Prolly drinking wine & moscato
Tell that bitch to go bobbing for my apples at the bottom
(Started)
Revelation's where we are now
That leaf stone in my Raws now
I'm in yo girl's jaw wow
These niggas thought I would turn down
Nah
It's your boy, Yung Richard Branson
Young Richard Splashin', Young Richard-Im-Dancin'
You know I'm back on that Money Changed Everything mixtape
Nigga, I got the Gucci belt around my head
The Gucci goggles around my waist
Don't think about it, but I'm flexing and I'm flossin'
In the BMW, the M series, that wagon, and I'm splashin'
My dawg Dave bout to snap on that FREE PARKING
And you already know how we rockin'
It's that League shit
We got choppers on waist, choppers on ankle
Choppers strapped to the back
So if you need that, let's go
[Verse 1: Dreyyz]
Bow our heads let us pray
Lord please tell these pussy niggas I don't play
Preacherman told me that you keep you Prophets safe
But these niggas wouldn't get it 'less you spittin' from the K
K-I-N-G to the Dreyyz
Potatoe at the end, you could have it your way
West Pines we cray
So you know that's every day
My niggas with the shits and you niggas playing games
Been bout cash, never been bout change
But these niggas all changed cause of money
What a shame
Damn, bet my shit talk like Oprah
Cause these bitches keep cumin' like a fucking Royal Rumble
Hard to be humble when you got all these bundles
Hit a nigga bitch and that relationship fumbles
Scope like the Hubble, hit a nigga in his slumber
Pussy nigga good night
Tuck him 6 feet under
Bye, the pretty Porsche drive by
Drag racing my nigga Beiber on Dykes
Red & blue lights, dodging 25-to-life
For a 187, 200 on 75
If I swerve I might die
Swear I'm flying in the sky
Gas got me high, see a pig to the right
Hit the gas a little harder
They can't catch me in a Charger
Tell Ladanian I'm sorry
Panamanian Armani model bitches in my sauna
Prolly drinking wine & moscato
Tell that bitch to go bobbing for my apples at the bottom
(Started)
Revelation's where we are now
That leaf stone in my Raws now
I'm in yo girl's jaw wow
These niggas thought I would turn down
Nah
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