Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Rich Niggas, artist - Stitches. Album song For Drug Dealers Only, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Young Rich Niggas |
This is, what it is; |
Young Rich Nigga |
YRN |
This is, what it is; |
Young Rich Nigga |
YRN |
This is, what it is; |
Young Rich Nigga |
YRN |
This is, what it is; |
Young Rich Nigga |
Now when everybody see us they say: |
Now look at that young nigga pipe down everytime you see him |
Now look at that young nigga can’t catch him with no new friends |
Now look at that young nigga he ain’t gave me the whole way back in the day |
Now look at that young nigga can’t keep these hoes up out his face |
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 niggas ain’t the same as us |
I gotta thank God for the blessing |
Pocket salad, extra dressing |
He always got a nigga 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 nigga just stay focused |
(If you did it) You can be rich right now |
I’m richer than Richie, now all my bitches they miss me |
I was broke I remember |
I stashed it away in my memory |
I know niggas 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 jewelry is golden |
Sipping on purple potion, take away all the emotions (Lean!) |
Christian Louboutins, I’m not running from my emotions |
Unfortunate, ya’ll fuck niggas can’t fuck with us |
Hundred gas bags in the monster truck |
Usain Bolt, I’m a run it up |
Real street nigga that love to hustle, came from the gutta |
My nigga be flexing, pressing |
I’m fucking that bitch 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 glass |
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 |