MIGOS Young Rich Niggas

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

[Intro:]
Migo! (Migo we winnin’, winnin’)
QC! (Migo we winnin’, winnin’,)
(Migo we did it, did it)

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 1: Quavo]
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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
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

[Hook]

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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

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]

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