Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song YRB, artist - 2 Chainz. Album song So Help Me God!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gamebread
Song language: English
YRB |
God is the greatest but I’m hearin' Illuminati doing favors |
2 Chains, 6 watches |
Hundred million 2 pockets (Uh) Double M |
Ricky Renzel a.k.a Lemon Pepper |
Been the biggest, still the biggest |
A.k.a up in your baby mama, nigga |
Beat up and battled the block |
Came from not having a lot |
Want my American pie |
Rich like arrogant guy |
Burn you, don’t play with the fire |
Know you get buried alive |
Can’t walk a day in these shoes |
These don’t come in your size |
You hot? |
Apparently not |
Woke up wearin' a watch |
2 Cuban links, trappin' like cheaters got various spots |
From weed to powder powder to rock |
Been havin' mask and gloves in my car |
I take a shroom and stare at a star |
Shit, I own this mother fucker, I’ll still stand on the ball |
You always postin' cars and never post your home décor |
Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door |
I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water |
Got cribs in Cali and Florida |
I love her so I support her |
I got a scale and a zip lock, may I take your order? |
The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter |
Before the pandemic still would’ve fought with Corona |
That paper callin' I reply |
Spent that money like the disease |
Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s |
I am on my B. I. |
Young, rich and black (Bitch, uh) |
Young, rich and black (Uh, uh) |
Young, rich and black (Mmm) |
Young, rich and black (Mmm) |
Young, rich and black |
Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who really winnin' |
Why you tell us what you spendin'? |
40 carats on my finger |
Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer |
I could count a million cash, at 3 mill my hands’ll tingle |
Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno |
Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle |
Trappin' out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a Cnote |
Autograph my jersey, on Thursday’s the hoes get peed on |
Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she fertile |
She just a surrogate, I told her name my son the BERTO |
When you on the money team, you gotta hit 'em where you hurt 'em |
Offers for my catalog, I guess its just the way I word 'em |
Sentoia Brown back, I pray she livin' with a purpose |
Contactin' Hermes overnight I had some Birkins |
Playin' Polo out in Soho go for dolo on these verses |
In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one, then I pull the curtain |
That paper callin' I reply |
Spent that money like the disease |
Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s |
I am on my B. I. |
Young, rich and black (Bitch, uh) |
Young, rich and black (Uh, uh) |
Young, rich and black (Mmm) |
Young, rich and black (Mmm) |
Young, rich and black |