Young Kings

Money make the world go 'round

And all the pretty girls go down

And I still roll 'round through my old hood in my new whip

All white ghost, I call it my cool whip

Hunnid on my neck looking like I move bricks

My life is like a movie, every day a new script

And ain't it funny how this money make a mood switch?

'Cause they be talking beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris

Who is this at the door? I think it's the Devil, don't let him in

This rapping took my **** to places we never been

And when it comes to cake, I get it like Entenmann's

With the heart of a lion, no lying, I never been

No folks for these fuckboys

On my second mill' and I ain't talking lunch, boy

Glock-thirty riding dirty and it's tucked, boy

'Cause I could teach you like a priest and get you touched, boy, no homo

Before I had a deal I was popping, no promo

All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo

Ms in my account and Ms in the logo

So every time I spend a hunnid K, I scream yolo

Young kings, young kings

I be rolling with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money, ****, fuck fame, and fuck fame

I be rolling with some young kings, young kings

Rolling with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money, ****, fuck fame, and fuck fame

Crowns on my wrist and my head

And I'ma ball hard in this bitch till I'm dead

It's money on my mind, make me put it on your head

And have your own homies looking at you like you're bread

Try and eat, ****, I'm from Philly so you know I play for keeps, ****

Six pallbearers, six feet deep, ****

No insurance, you been sitting six weeks, ****

Big forty knock you right up out your sneaks, ****

Young kings, all I know is one thing

Live life, one dream, started in the drug game

Where they never make it out unless you got a gun game

Walking through my city but it's looking like I run things

Running shit, diarrhea

And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear

G-5 through the sky, boy, we out of here

Sipping PJ fresh from out the PJ

Young kings, young kings

I be rolling with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money, ****, fuck fame, and fuck fame

I be rolling with some young kings, young kings

Rolling with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money, ****, fuck fame, and fuck fame

I still wake up, go and get it, youngin on a mission

'Cause when **** was eating they left me to do the dishes

But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right

I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night

I keep a milli by my side because we both alike

Try and keep the **** out the field 'cause he be throwing white

Dishing D, tryna get rich as me

I'm worth a couple million, man, that shit was meant to be

Twenty gold chains on, shit I think I'm missed it here

If I could live my life again I wouldn't do it differently

Probably bring my father back just so he could witness me

Back up in my zone, I swear my haters is history

Bitches say they missing me, I never fall for it

'Cause they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it

And if my **** need it, I tell 'em, come for it

'Cause when it come to me, they shooting like a small forward, swish

Young kings, young kings

I be rolling with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money, ****, fuck fame, and fuck fame

I be rolling with some young kings, young kings

Rolling with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money, ****, fuck fame, and fuck fame