n***a I'll rather be rich then famous
R-Rich then famous, rich then famous
n***a I'll rather be rich then famous
N-n***a I'll rather be rich then famous
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Young n***a, young n***a I'll rather be richer
Than flexing these cameras and taking these pictures
I'm a young n***a, I walk 'round the hood
Got boss credentials, they callin' me mister
Quick to shoot 3, Derek Fisher
No referee I'm official
I just might pull out my Fisker, you p**y I see your whiskers
Call up the plug no Santa, but he sending trees and gas for Christmas
Whippin' the dope, I terminate it, J's they say it's delicious
I got a b**h in my kitchen, with a onion booty I call her Delicious
And after she water whip it, I make that b**h was the dishes
Back to the Fisker, I'm doing 250, I'm praying I don't get a ticket
Yes I'm a Migo, but I don't wear Dickies, I'll rather put on True Religion
And if you want fame over money my n***a, then you not true to your religion
I'll rather be rich, cause it's some n***as that's famous that ain't got sh**.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Quavo]
I'll rather be rich, I flex with your b**h
You can have the fame, you can have the gold chain
M's n***a, want them M's n***a
Got some n***as in the hood, they got M's n***a
Ask P, ask me
Northside Migo gang OG
Ridin' round, deuces on a damn Audi
Before I had a deal, young n***a copped it
Them dubs, them fifties, them hundreds, my trap always bunkin' you n***as is funny
I'm laughin with money, beatin the block like I'm sonny
Taking them trips making them flip
12 hit the block then I dip
Callin' up P, for the whips
Get in the pot then I WHIP!
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