Takeoff - Young Rich n***as (No Label 2) lyrics

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Takeoff - Young Rich n***as (No Label 2) lyrics

[Intro] Migo! (Migo we winnin', winnin') QC! (Migo we winnin', winnin',) (Migo we did it, did it) [Hook] This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young n***a he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face [Verse 1: Quavo] Just now warming up, might pull up in an armored truck With a hundred blue million bucks I told you brah, that we so dangerous, yo n***as ain't the same as us I gotta thank God for the blessing Pocket salad, extra dressing He always got a n***a flexing Know that I have to get the Smith & Wesson If you wanted to ball You gotta run with it and score a touchdown If you wanna be a rap artist Gotta take over your town (the city!) If you wanna be a dope dealer Gotta be moving a pound (Ew! Gas!) Young n***a just stay focused (If you did it) You can be rich right now (rich!) [Hook] This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young n***a he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face [Verse 2: Offset] I'm richer than Richie, now all my b**hes they miss me I was broke I remember I stashed it away in my memory I know n***as that envy me, jealousy Wondering how did I get rich with these felonies God keep on telling me; 'Please just focus!' I came from roaches to Lotus They hung my brother like posters The Lord he told me I'm chosen Now all my j**elry is golden Sipping on purple potion, take away all the emotions (Lean!) Christian Louboutins, I'm not running from my emotions [Hook] This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young n***a he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face [Verse 3: Takeoff] Unfortunate, ya'll f** n***as can't f** with us Hundred gas bags in the monster truck Usain Bolt, I'ma run it up Real street n***a that love to hustle, came from the gutta My n***a be flexing, pressing I'm f**ing that b**h that you texting You stressin? (Haha) We just sitting in here counting cash, trying not to laugh All of these presidents, OG gas Sipping on Actavis out the gla** Hundreds older than the ThunderCats What would you do, if you found out that your face card wasn't approved Ain't no money getting extorted Look at that what these streets will do [Hook] This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich n***a Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young n***a he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face