MIGOS Young Rich Niggas

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Young Rich Niggas Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Hook: Quavo]
Money and the power, you gotta have respect, benz coop, jaguar, G five jets
Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas [x2]

[Verse: Quavo]
Young Rich Nigga, I’m draped up in Versace, I went up to the jeweler, when I left I’m playing hockey
Bad bitches like it, she see Rarris Buggatis, I’m popping bottles in the vip, she rolling off a Molly
Fendi Prada Louie bally, I don’t need a stylist, I’m taking all my goons to Cali, then we hit the islands
Order up 500 1s, I throw it all it follies, plug in Japan, so we kick it like karate
Bad bitch from Switzerland, her daddy G. O`Donnie, every time I’m on the phone we talking bout some money
I weigh it up, and wrap it up, I ship it across the country, the streets are concrete jungle play the game like it’s Jamungie


[Verse: Off-Set]
My pockets is sloppy, only buy Rarris and Gottis, my clothes are exotic, Versace you copy
Migo gang is my possy, takin over like the Nazi’s, I just got out the county, money old like Bill Cosby
Hunnid bands, in all hundreds, when I make it rain it thunder, cop a lam every summer, rapping bricks like it’s a condom
I’m a rich nigga bitch, don’t even think about licks, slap a nigga with a stack, then I piss on that bitch
In the club sippin lean, but I’m still buying cris, shawty wanna talk to Off-Set, bitch you ain’t on the list
Don’t mix the lean with the sprite, drink my mud out the seil, I’m in Louie and Bally, I rock my bitches Chanel


[Verse: Take-Off]
Young Rich Nigga, follow me like Twitter, all green diamonds on my neck, look like the wriller
Red, White, Green Louie`s, bought them on the day of Christmas
Art the teacher, you the student, put you in detention
I got the camic, you my chef, and put you in the kitchen, now you dirty dancing boarding wippin washing dishes
I took yo main bitch and then I turned her to my mistress, pull up in Audi pull up in Rarri, whip full of net, it is a mystery
The rich nigga of the century, it’s going down in history, energizer bunny, wrist keep going, it got energy
Back then you ain’t know me, now that sack make you remember me, get the 4-5 for my enemy, tell the Lord forgive tha sin in me




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