LYRICS
作词 : mgk/Takeoff/Offset/Quavo
作曲 : Murda Beatz
编曲 : Murda Beatz
Yah!
Young rich b***h
Migos in the building
Young rich b***h ****, man
**** wrong with these b*****s, man?
Go!
Yo' b***h wanna **** the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them b*****s hating on your boy
Bow, bow, gruow, gruow
We got body parts
Young rich b***h tryna see a milli
I got b*****s that'll get you for a meal ticket
I know b*****s that remix, re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president, Richard Nixon
Gotta watch for them snake b*****s plotting
Young rich b***h
I'm walking around with the rocket
I ain't seen you in two years so how I **** with you?
I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma let my man's get you
I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch, big blocks
Remember me hitting the juugs and licks, and ducking and dodging the cops
I feel like 2Pac, it's me against the world and I can't be stopped
Just me in the drop, came from holes in my sock, and now I got guap
Yo' b***h wanna **** the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them b*****s hating on your boy
Bow, bow, gruow, gruow
We got body parts
Young rich b***h tryna see a milli
I got b*****s that'll get you for a meal ticket
I know b*****s that remix, re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president, Richard Nixon
Gruow, gruow, gruow we got body parts
I don't need no body guard, I just use my face card
In the kitchen frying fishes, got to come with tartar sauce
Call me Pastor Takeoff, healing b*****s Peter Popoff
I'm A1 b***h no steak sauce
Baking the birdies, I'm having a bake-off
Extorting these b*****s and money they pay off
These b*****s got work but ain't working they laid off
I hide body parts like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
A living legend, Ronald McDonald
My wrist ter****tor, but I am no Arnold
Football Xans, I call 'em Hey Arnold
Yo' b***h wanna **** the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them b*****s hating on your boy
Bow, bow, gruow, gruow
We got body parts
Young rich b***h tryna see a milli
I got b*****s that'll get you for a meal ticket
I know b*****s that remix, re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president, Richard Nixon
**** b*****s talking hit 'em with extensions
Throw 'em in the river now the b***h missing
**** b*****s tripping, not payin' attention
I hit 'em with semis he don't even see it
If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent
Clear the whole scene and I'm leaving no witnesses
Everybody get it, even civilians
The only people that I spare is the children
Dissecting you b*****s, take away your body parts
Karate chop that b***h like it's martial-arts
Shot that b***h, left 'em at the park
Put the b***h b***h on a milk carton
My choppa banana-clipped, got a knife
Don't roll the dice b***h, you risk your life
I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site
I throw him the bullet, he catch it like Jerry Rice
Ugh, **** a b***h cause it's Thug Life
Smoking good cause my plug right
200k sold on my debut release
200 felons locked up from the team
Popping 200 bottles the day they release
Yes, I am deceased, meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets
Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat
And all these b*****s is trying to get on me
And I **** all of them hoes, got 2 cell phones, can't none of them call me