YRB - 2 Chainz, Rick Ross, Skooly

God is the greatest but I’m hearin' Illuminati doing favors

2 Chains, 6 watches

Hundred million 2 pockets (Uh) Double M

Ricky Renzel a.k.a Lemon Pepper

Been the biggest, still the biggest

A.k.a up in your baby mama, nigga

Beat up and battled the block

Came from not having a lot

Want my American pie

Rich like arrogant guy

Burn you, don’t play with the fire

Know you get buried alive

Can’t walk a day in these shoes

These don’t come in your size

You hot?

Apparently not

Woke up wearin' a watch

2 Cuban links, trappin' like cheaters got various spots

From weed to powder powder to rock

Been havin' mask and gloves in my car

I take a shroom and stare at a star

Shit, I own this mother fucker, I’ll still stand on the ball

You always postin' cars and never post your home décor

Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door

I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water

Got cribs in Cali and Florida

I love her so I support her

I got a scale and a zip lock, may I take your order?

The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter

Before the pandemic still would’ve fought with Corona

That paper callin' I reply

Spent that money like the disease

Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s

I am on my B. I.

Young, rich and black (Bitch, uh)

Young, rich and black (Uh, uh)

Young, rich and black (Mmm)

Young, rich and black (Mmm)

Young, rich and black

Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who really winnin'

Why you tell us what you spendin'?

40 carats on my finger

Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer

I could count a million cash, at 3 mill my hands’ll tingle

Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno

Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle

Trappin' out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a Cnote

Autograph my jersey, on Thursday’s the hoes get peed on

Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she fertile

She just a surrogate, I told her name my son the BERTO

When you on the money team, you gotta hit 'em where you hurt 'em

Offers for my catalog, I guess its just the way I word 'em

Sentoia Brown back, I pray she livin' with a purpose

Contactin' Hermes overnight I had some Birkins

Playin' Polo out in Soho go for dolo on these verses

In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one, then I pull the curtain

That paper callin' I reply

Spent that money like the disease

Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s

I am on my B. I.

Young, rich and black (Bitch, uh)

Young, rich and black (Uh, uh)

Young, rich and black (Mmm)

Young, rich and black (Mmm)

Young, rich and black