Yung God Russ

[Chorus 1]
Yung God when I ride up (Ride up)
Not too many that can fuck with me (Fuck with me)
Never hung up on the bullshit
I can't afford that type of luxury
How'd I get so faded? (Faded)
How'd I get so faded? (Faded)
I'm 'bout to do a show in Paris
I swear I'm feelin' like I made it

[Verse 1]
Makin' deposits off of bein' a prophet
Turnin' visions into riches way too big for my pockets
Baby girl, I'm a star, I suggest you acknowledge
While you were scalin' out your pride I was weighing my options
Like ain't no room in my pictures for bitches, I end up croppin'
I've been movin' and flippin' and livin' life like I'm poppin'
I'm the young yacht owner, bitch, and I'm not sober
Yeah, they had me on probation but I'll be done in October, come on

[Chorus 2]
You don't have to love me
Love me (Ah-ooh)
But you gon' have to fuck with me
Fuck with me (Ah-ooh)
You don't have to love me
Love me (Ah-ooh)
But you gon' have to fuck with me
Fuck with me (Ah-ooh)