Russ - Yung God lyrics

Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can f** with me Never hung up on the bullsh** I can't afford that type of luxury How'd I get so faded? How'd I get so faded? I'm boutta do a show in Paris I swear I'm feelin like I made it 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 b**hes I end up croppin I've been movin' and flippin' and livin' life like I'm poppin' I'm the yung yacht owner b**h and I'm not sober Yea they had me on probation but I'll be done in October You dont have to love me love me But you gon' have to f** with me You don't have to love me love me But you gon' ave to f** with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can f** with me Never hung up on the bullsh** I cant afford that type of luxery Hwd I get so faded Howd I get so faded Im boutta do a show in Paris I swear Im feelin like I made it Society tryna reduce me to simplicity But little do they know that Im designed by the divinity Not wrapped up in your rules Im intertwined with the infinity Baby close your eyes Youll realize that youre feelin me Sip G-I-N Flip these problems Flip these hoes into 16's ahhh sh** Howd I get so faded Howd I get so faded You dont have to love me love me But you gon have to f** with me You dont have to love me love me But you gon have to f** with me