[Hook: Takeoff]
They call us young rich n***as, for a reason
They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy
Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer
They try to take us from the streets, the streets they need us
[Bridge: Takeoff & Jose Guapo]
They bust my trap one more time, moving my trap to Geneva
Face card A1 no steak sauce, no pa**port need no Visa
We f** up Neiman Marcus, we spend a stack on sneakers
Shoot him in his face, he gonna' wish that he had Jesus
[Verse 1: Quavo]
They looking at me cause' they never seen money
Pull up in a Beamer with a onion
All Benjamins, blue hundreds
Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies
Al Capone, meet the Tommy
Safe house, cross the country
Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping
Straight out the jungle, Giuseppe Jumanji
[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Hop out the whip and I'm dressed in the latest
I'm talking numbers, I ain't here for conversation
Put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my Bezel
Hop out the whip with the mask like I'm Jason
I walk where I want with that strap on my hip
I got the molly sack I'm good when I dip
I serve you some gas, call that a QuikTrip
Hit a bag for a show n***a, that's a quick flip
[Verse 3: Tray1]
Tray 1 got a bankroll
I'm cooking up crack rock ca**erole
I got your unc in the finger fold
He went from hustling to smoking blow
Now that sh** be a damn shame
I got a hit, blame it on c**aine
Cocaine cla**ic, coming out the wrapper
I swear to god Tray1 ain't just rapping
[Verse 4: Migo Domingo]
Young n***a go get him
f** the club up, f** everybody with him
Too many bullets, can't miss him
I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims
Whole team got racks
We a solid foundation, we just leave you with the sacks
Your Backwoods ain't fat
And that's a cut pint, n***a that's a motherf**ing fact
[Verse 5: Migo Jerz]
Migo JerZ
And I'm still on the curb
I'ma jugg his a** if you give me the word
Take poured up so my words real slurred
If you want a point five then you ain't getting served
YRN on my neck for life
North side OG, been earned my stripes
f** with the Migos, you gon' pay the price
I'm in the trap with a Backwood, shooting dice
[Verse 6: Johnny Cinco]
Pop the 4, Trey got that sh** out the liter
Sippin on lean but I'm cooking the reefer
Young n***a I got more stripes than Adidas
Smile like a cheetah
Ho from the stables she work at the [?]
Running 10k for a visa
f** her and leave her
I'm a rich n***a, I pull up in creature
Young n***a ball like a preacher
[Verse 7: YRN Lingo]
Migo, Lingo
Young n***a stay with the strap
f** up my check, I'ma get it right back
My n***as are crazy and that is a fact
b**hes want to hate because of the fame
I never would trust them because they the same
Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne
My money in my pocket gon' stay the same
[Verse 8: Skippa da Flippa]
Skippa da Flippa's the k**er
The trap always gone' need me, I'm the best dealer
Arch your back lil more, now I bet you gone' feel 'er
Dab on a n***a ho in a chinchilla
Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket
I got the cannon, make you pop, lock, and drop it
You talk about blue hundreds, that is my topic
You sipping Karo, need to stop it
[Hook: Takeoff]
They call us young rich n***as, for a reason
They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy
Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer
They try to take us away from the streets, the streets they need us