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