[Intro]
Most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, heart
Where's my money?
Bitch, I deliver you the package, you're supposed to hand me my money
Where's my money?
[Pre-Chorus: Fredo Finesse]
I just wan' be young and rich
I just wan' be young and rich
Tryna get this money quick
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch
I just wan' be young and rich
I just wan' be young and rich
Tryna get this money quick
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch
[Chorus: Fredo Finesse]
I just wan' be young and rich
I just wan' be young and rich (Yuh, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich (Okay, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist
[Verse 1: Fredo Finesse]
I just wan' be young and rich
Tryna get this money quick (Cash)
Pockets filled up like the bank
Rollie filled up with the dank (Wow)
Been told I'm out my fucking mind
Tell me how it's not my time
Young boy flexing, I'm gon' shine
Been workin' hard, that's overtime
Do that 'til I'm dead though (Ayy)
Tryna get that bread though (Ayy)
This beat got me swingin' like Chief Keef (Yuh)
And I ain't even got no dreads, ho (Okay)
Lights out, when I shoot
Y'all got no drive, can't commute (Skrrt)
Can't compete with this young man
Feel like Kobe Bryant back in '02 (Swish)
Yeah, I'm in a different league
Me and my team makin' history
When I spot up for the shit, don't miss the three
I can't wait to have more gold than Mr. T (Bling)
Chasin' hoes ain't did shit for me (No)
Now I stay lit like a Christmas tree (Yeah)
Got new Js, stays on my feet
Every day I wake up, that's a gift to me
[Pre-Chorus: Fredo Finesse]
I just wan' be young and rich
I just wan' be young and rich
Tryna get this money quick
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch
I just wan' be young and rich
I just wan' be young and rich
Tryna get this money quick
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch
[Chorus: Fredo Finesse & Kid Smid]
I just wan' be young and rich (Young and rich)
I just wan' be young and rich (I gotta get this money quick, yuh, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich (I gotta get this money quick, okay, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich (Ooh)
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist
[Verse 2: Kid Smid]
I was in L.A. and now it's back to plottin' (Uh-huh)
She could be in my way, I gotta weigh my options (The right or wrong)
I got the world in my hands
Might think I'm talkin' some crazy, might have your girl in my plans
Look, I got quite the mix in this Solo
Call the fix with my bro, bro
So don't talk a lot 'less it's 'bout the commas
Just poor more and get slo-mo (Mm)
I landed in the game, I'm only here to grow (Here to grow)
Plus I'm only twenty, got a year to go
But that's yet to stop me, watch me
Pourin' drinks, I'm sloppy
All my homies got me, can't copy me
I could rock whatever and it's gorgeous
I'm bankin' when the tour hits
I'm 'boutta hit the Forbes List
[Chorus: Fredo Finesse & Nick Cheeks]
I just wan' be young and rich
I just wan' be young and rich (Yuh, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich (Okay, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: Nick Cheeks]
She like, "Cheeky, what you doin' tonight?"
I'm like, "Nothin', got a couple raw papers to light"
"Can I come through?" "Well, I got a couple verses to write
What you expect, babe? I'm tryna bring these verses to life"
Hold up, ayy (Woo)
I'm just tryna get this money, bitch, I'm young and hungry (Ayy)
This is a shout-out to the ones that never did me nothin' (Fuck 'em)
How ya like me, how ya like me? Bitch, I'm out here stuntin' (Stuntin')
I'm the alchemist, turnin' nothin' into somethin', hold up, ayy
Time to step the bars up, uh (Woo)
Y'all probably though that I couldn't rap
Man, y'all got me charged up (Grr)
Tried to tell 'em that I've been the best
And I meant that, bar none
If I'm eatin', then my TRIIIBE eatin'
'Cause they the ones I starved with, yeah
They the ones, they the ones
Got a couple homies that is down to ground
Workin' overtime, tryna get the shine
I just think what I want and I make it mine
Young and rich, eatin' nothin' but steak and wine
Wake and bakin' is a daily habit
Saw through you 'cause I'm good at magic
Doin' things you couldn't imagine
You could never be me, it would never happen
[Chorus: Fredo Finesse]
I just wan' be young and rich
I just wan' be young and rich (Yuh, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich (Okay, yuh)
I just wan' be young and rich
[Outro]
[?] jar [?]
You got the jar?
That's right
Get the fuck outta here, bru—, oh
The fuck you gon' do, huh?
You gon' shoot me in front of everybody, huh?
