[Hook:]
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I could run through the cash like it really ain't nothin'
Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun'eds
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I'm a pull up on your block in that Europe
Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Whole lot of money in this b**h right now
I'm the sh** right now
Loadin' up the motherf**in' clip right now
You could get chipped right now
Broke back then, but I'm rich right now
So, broke n***a, keep quiet, pipe down
We don't want to hear not a motherf**in' sound
Lil' n***a, can't you see it's goin' down?
Pull up in that California 'Rari like, 'Skrr'
Or better yet, I pull up in that brand new Porsche like, 'Skrr'
Then it be right on the curb
Tell me what you heard 'bout a n***a
Whole lot of guap, that's the word 'bout a n***a
Buy a new crib, sorry 'bout it, n***a
As far as haters' conversations, I ain't worried 'bout it, n***a
I just did fifty K, tell my dealer
Reach for these diamonds, get that real good of your medulla
These b**hes want to ride on my digit like a hoop
I just want some brain in this b**h, I need a tutor
Even though I got a ripe cheque, I'm still wit' them shooters
Been wit' them since day one, them boys don't play none
I got my change up, still I ain't changed none, f** y'all n***as
[Hook:]
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I could run through the cash like it really ain't nothin'
Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun'eds
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I'm a pull up on your block in that Europe
Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
f** all the rumors and what they a**ume
I've been the trillest in the room
Lately, a n***a flow so in tune
I'm shootin' out rocks from the moon
I'm worth my weight in Cuban links of gold
f** them and they silver spoons
I got soldiers down to die for my car
Shout-out my squadron and my platoon
Ho-n***as been afraid, b**h, I'm a renegade
Run keys and Ps up the interstate
I eeny, meeny lames, you could die any day
We never f**ed wit' you, anyway
These n***as fabricate
I'm rockin' foreign fabrics, rap 'bout cash that I really make
I done made history
Know if they mention me, I got them hits like I'm Willie Mays
I supply my hood wit' choppers
If we spot a op, we'll give him a quick trip to the doctor
Brazy like Mad Max in Shottas
Murder, no, Biggie ain't askin' who shot you
I have your whole family dressed up in suits like Sinatra
This sh** ain't new to me
Ain't no ten, shout-out to Eulogy
Your or me, you gon' die first just cause you're of no use to me
You should be tryin' to get money, not tryin' my gangsta
Lil' brah, that there is a silly decision
We shoot wit' aim and precision
All of that talkin' gon' end and you no longer livin', my n***a
See, this what this sh** about, my n***a, whole lot of money
sh** on you hatin'-a** n***as, five mill up
[Hook:]
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I could run through the cash like it really ain't nothin'
Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun'eds
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
I'm a pull up on your block in that Europe
Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money
Yeah, a young n***a thuggin', but he still gettin' money