Young N***a (feat. Puff Daddy)

Strippers in the club and my cups half empty Ride with my niggas cause my niggas understand me Still on Plan A, pussy niggas on Plan B Right now, motherfucker let's go Young rich nigga, young rich nigga Yeah, what can make a nigga wanna go and get it? Said he want a Beamer with the subs in it Said he grew up in a house and it was love missing Said he grew up in the set, he keep his guns with him Young nigga, young nigga (Let's go) Young nigga, just a young nigga And he don't need a reason, he a young nigga And you don't want your daughter and your sons with him Young nigga, young nigga (Let's go) Young nigga, just a young nigga Probably never understand us 'Til he pull in Phantom When he pull up in a Phantom He gon' have that shit blasting (That's right) Like young nigga, just a young nigga Young nigga, just a young nigga What they call you where you from, nigga? In my city, that was question number one, nigga Looking at the legend I become, nigga I can't help, but feeling like I'm the one, nigga Remember I was on the run, nigga (Let's go) Couple years before you had a son, nigga (Let's go) Open up your doors and kept it one, nigga Held a nigga down and that was love, nigga (Let's go) Nobody want to stand in front a judge, nigga Make you think of better days like when you was winning Standing on the couches in the club with us But then I got my shot, I had to run with it Out the gate, lost count, many days in the studio We slave, but this shit we gotta save Staring in the space that you fishing for a phrase Uninspired and your mind, still it's all a paper chase First you over dedicate, then you notice that you great And you been the whole time, then it slap you in the face Then you stack it in your safe, got it cracking, it was fate You the definition, nigga, laughing to the bank I'm a master of my fate,ì Plus I'm the type of nigga own the masters to my tape I'm in Nevada for the day I just caught a flight from Philly, we just sold out TLA Fresh up off a stage on my way to B of A AMB, we L.A, tryna eat, we the way Look, young Nipsey, he the great, never talk Had a drink, I just lead to the lake It's eighty-something degrees in L.A Fuck it, time to put some jetskis on L.A Look, I got a team at my bank I don't even need an I.D at my bank This used to be a dream we would chase I know J. Stone and Copy Supreme could relate I know the whole team could relate I know Evan Makenzi and Bron Lees could relate Cornell, Saddam, Adam Man, DeBron Steven Donaldson and Black Sam been on this Marathon Balling since my brother used to hustle out the Vons Couple hundred thousand up, he took a shovel to the lawn No exaggeration for the content of my songs When he went to dig it up, shit, a hundred something gone Molded, you can ask moms Had to plug in blow dryers for the ones we could wash (Let's go) Salvaged the little bit Young rich nigga shit, pressure on your shoulder How you gon' deal with it? Say it's all uncomfortable when you transition, But it's all beautiful when you get rich in it When you start killing shit and they all witness Money roll faster than niggas could spend the shit Open more businesses with you and your niggas That watching your vision and being more generate Like a Ford dealership, we up in Forbes Watching and they wishing that it wasn't yours I forgive you, I remember I was poor Plus I ain't in the way of what you reaching for Gotta play the game, you gotta read the score (Let's go) See, I'ma do the same and pop the clutch of four (Let's go) Told me if I want it, gotta hustle for it Only difference now, the money more mature Young nigga Young nigga, young nigga Young nigga, young nigga Get your money, young nigga Get your money, young nigga Young nigga, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Keep God first though, take that