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 BRight 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