Skilla Baby, DaBaby and Baby Money - RYN

(MIA JAY C)
Ha
Ha, huh

Fightin', that ain't nothin' to me, that's excitin'
I ain't scared of nothin', my cousin was a lifer
Hustlin', you gotta know that come with gun violence
I don't hang with rappers 'cause they don't thug like me
Damn near every whip I'm in five percent
Fuck the beef, I'm gettin' money, that's common sense
Soon as the money stop comin', they gon' come and get you
My youngins help with switches, at least one gon' hit you
Old school K, them bullets hit like Sonny Liston
Last year, I played the Dior 'cause I grew up Christian
God told me, "It's your time, son," I ain't Tristan
Really havin' all these bitches, wanna at my finsta
Soon as I get up, I be tryna get money
Can't believe I made it out the trenches, I was just thuggin'
I'm a real young nigga, that's what make a bitch love me
Lotta niggas ain't gon' come around when this shit ugly
Last summer, told myself I'm about to get rich this summer
I just bought a Richard Mille, I should get this bitch flooded
Catch a nigga at McDonald's, hit him in his McNugget
Nigga think I ain't gon' kill him 'cause he know my big cousin (ha)

I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)

Go shootin', that ain't nothin' to me, I grew up hoopin'
Zoo keeper ridin' in a Lamb' truck with a cougar
Shell shocked, but I'm calm, I won't panic in a movie
All my rings cost a dime, I had breakfast with my jeweler
You know how this shit work, make a bad bitch work
Chanel bag, Chanel skirt, this bitch don't even like to twerk
Rich nigga bought the coupe and I don't even like the vert
Bitch niggas talkin' bodies, they ain't even like the lurk
I missed the first couple times I stood, they told me raise my hand
Man, the trap look like a restaurant 'cause brodie raisin' 'caine
I know niggas out here sellin' rock, you out here watchin' Raising Kanan
Treat you like his best friend, I'm 'bout to make a nigga famous
I'm a rich young nigga, that's why both my wrists is bustin'
Main thing and your side piece, get both them bitches fuckin'
Eight hour drive out the way, but I'm only pickin' up
Both wrist game lit and they ain't some niggas rich as us, yeah

I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)

Yeah, ayy, look, she told me I got kids, go play with them before I play with her
Can't go through there tonight, her nigga home, I think he stay with her
That shit she do for me for free, she make you niggas pay her, huh
We thuggin' and I fuck around, get tired, sit there and lay with her
And the reason why I even mention the bitch 'cause I know you niggas be missin' the bitch
I ain't knockin' it, but you better go handle your business, you wanna be lit or get rich
You finally got you some money, when these niggas play with you, you better send a lil' blitz
And I know you gon' go get your mama a house, if not then you's a lame nigga
'Bout a month after, I had my firdt chain, every body around me had a chain, nigga
Better not get too rich, when your bank account change, all these niggas change with it
And these hoes gon' play like I'm one of them lame niggas, probably say I'm her main nigga
Quit lyin', you'd fuck this nigga right beside me if a nigga had eight figures
I'm tryin', not to take it and kill with it and just sit here and chill with it
Would've burnt your ass for ten thousand, just imagine what I do for a mill' ticket
Or two of 'em, nigga, three of 'em, psh, four of 'em
Thank God for every one I got, but I pray to God I get some more of 'em

Ha, I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)
I'm a rich young nigga, rich young nigga (rich young nigga)
This for my rich young niggas, rich young nigga (rich young niggas)

Written by:
Carlos Fischer, Jonathan Kirk, Joshua White, Trevon Gardner

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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