Young Rich and Famous

Yuh Yuh "Young, Rich And Famous" Yuh Yuh Why the fuck not, nigga? I'm in this shit, why not go hard? It don't make sense not to Look, I be hoppin' on stages Drinkin' champagne with a flock of bad Bitches and some niggas I was raised with I overstep every step, the top of they conversation Buncha [?] ass broke niggas, jealous 'cause we made it Young, rich, and famous plus I'm handsome and I'm faded I'm just climbin' up this ladder that my swagger has created it My intelligence has got them so intimidated Really thought I would listen to that bullshit you was sayin'? Ride solo in my two-door with my top off with the tag A marathon, I crash your crew, nigga, it's a knock-off When we started, he pinned us No label ain't gon' stop us, I'm in Rothen off of Slauson I made all my partners profit, look I'm tatted from my face to my foot So my body read like a good book And, honestly, that fire weed keep my mind cooked Takin' trips type of shit, usually keep a dime hooked Pussy super good, go that sleepin' side grip Ass pokin' out them pockets with that she is fly stitch I'd rather be your nigga, she'd rather be my bitch But no emotions 'cause we both is busy focused on the grip Real shit, look Niggas better understand this I ain't doin' no favors, I ain't givin' out shit I'm out here on my ten toes, nigga, no split And if you don't like it, you can suck my dick Nigga On the road to riches and diamond rings Young niggas doin' big things Fuckin' all these bitches ain't the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Young nigga doin' big things Fuckin' all these bitches is the song I sing Haaah, nigga T-M-C, uh Look Fat Dookie, Cuban Linx That's Bellvue and cranberry [?] for the [?], you know, she know Doin' it lightweight, I ain't shaved in a couple days And this motherfucker goin' on I fuck off racks when I want to You know You see it's The Marathon, yeah