Lyrics Young, Rich, & Famous - Nay Nay

Young, Rich, & Famous

I put in work dog
I’m makin' waves that they surf off
Taking down names then I’m sendin' out shots
You can bet I ain’t talkin bout airsoft
You talk about hits I ain’t heard of
So they can’t be hits I am certain
You should be assertive cause all of your verses
You sound introverted, you’re nervous
Steal your chick and your mom at the same time
Keep it low spectrum like a bassline
Gettin head on the phone call that FaceTime
Late night white boy raps like it’s 8 mile
Vanilla fella go gorilla on a beat
Gettin skrilla rock chinchilla or a mink
Imma killa with this heat, bare feet on the street B
You don’t wanna see me eat, John C speak
MVP of this rap shit
Send me beats and believe Imma smash it
MP3s each week, make a smash hit
Represent the East Imma beast, Imma savage
I’m attractive, Imma bad bitch magnet
So established, and I passed all my classes
Way above average and so far from plastic
My assets are massive, make classics my habit
Hol' up, pour up, drank
Pull up swervin, tore up, roll up dank
Can’t complain today cause I’ve been feelin' great
Yeah it’s straight
Yo Aktion, I’m actually askin' you
Is it okay if I tackle a track or two?
I hear the same damn shit from these bashful fools
It’s about damn time we send em back to school
Yo listen up this your teacher
You phoney ass rappers are nothing to speak of
I sleep through your songs when they seep through my speakers
With watered down flows, you should keep to the bleachers
Jesus, can’t believe this, I’m a genius
Genie in a bottle, Imma pop til I can’t see shit
You must be mistaken if you’re thinking you can beat this
I’m elite and I need fee for my features
What if I told you that I got the juice?
In the booth, I’m the dude with a lot to spew
Can’t dispute, I’m so new to these fossil fuels
With the same damn flows, they’re imposter flukes
Got the villain within him
He spittin the venom to kill em
Still in yo' feelin’s, I’m still with no ceilin’s I’m winnin'
Finna get in to millions, I’m wishin these bitches would listen
Imma fill in my vision, I’ve been on a mission to get it, yeah
I giggity got it
Walk around town with some rhymes in my pockets
Putting each line on a rocket then launch it
I load up some bars in a nine and I cock it
I promise you’re not gunna make it
Cause you don’t make nothin' but fake shit
Your girl won’t put you in her playlist
And if she is you girl, how’d I get her naked?
I swear to ya this life is dangerous
It must be nice livin so young, rich, and famous