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Artiste : Rick Ross
Titre : YRB
[Rick Ross & 2 Chainz]
God is the greatest
But I´m hearing Illuminati doing favors
2 Chainz, six watches
Hundred million, two pockets (Huh)

Double M (M-M-M-M)
Ricky Renzel A.K.A Lemon Pepper (Hahahaha)
Been the biggest, still the biggest (Biggest, M-M)
AKA up in your baby mama, nigga, haha
Tony!

[2 Chainz]
Beat up and battered the block (Yeah) came from not having a lot (Uh)
Want my American power (Power) rich like arrogant guys (Guys)
Burn you then play with the fire (Fire) know you get buried a lot
Can´t walk a day in these shoes, these don´t come in your size (Yeah)
You hot, apparently not, woke up wearing a watch
Two Cuban links, trapping like Cheeto´s, got various watch

From weed to powder, powder to rock
Been having mask and gloves in my car (Car)
I take a shroom and stay at a star (Woo)
Shit I own this motherfucker, I stand on the bar
You always posting cars and never post your home décor
Versace robe to the floor (Uh) the dead bolt on the floor (Dead)
I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water
Got cribs in Cali´ and Florida (Yeah) I love her so I support her
I got a scale and a Ziploc, may I take your order? (Alright)
The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter (Skrrt)
Before the pandemic, still wouldn´t fuck with Corona

[Skooly]
Look, that paper coming and I reply
Spend that money like disease, I, why?
My wrist cost 100 Gs, I, I
I handle my B-I, I´m, young, rich and black
Bitch, I´m, young, rich and black
Uh, I´m, young, rich and black
Mmm, get ya, get ya, mm, young, rich and black
Mmm, uh, I´m young, rich and black

[Big Rube]
I´m living proof when you real, you see the truth as it is
The heart of spirit´s age cannot be gauged by the counting of years
And it don´t matter what amounts in your account, you ain´t rich
Without the grace of God´s blessing, money don´t mean shit

Might work the best on planet Earth, so I never abuse it
Can´t drink, smoke or sniff it, gotta listen to use it
Shit´s so fire, I get a million people high when I move it
And when the cosmos collapse, I´d still have passion for music
Young, rich and black (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Rick Ross]
Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who´s really winning
Why you tell us what you spending? 40 karats on my finger
Where I´m living, money linger, time to get another Beamer
I could count a million cash, at three mil´, my hands´d tingle (Boss)

Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno (Boss)
Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the Beano (Huh)
Trapping out in Tampa, Tom Brady face on the C-note
Autograph my jersey, on Thursday the hoes get peed on (Woo)
Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she´s fertile (Fertile)
She just a surrogate, I told her name her son Lil Birdo
When you on the money team, you gotta hit ´em where you hurt ´em
Offers for my catalogue, I guess it´s just the way I word ´em (Boss)
Cyntoia Brown back, I pray she living with a purpose (Yes)

Contacting her mans overnight, her ass so perky (Huh)
Man, polo out in Soho, go for dolo on these verses
In the phantom on the phone, I blow one then I pull the curtains

[Skooly & Rick Ross]
Look, that paper coming and I reply
Spend that money like disease, I, why? (Huh)
My wrist cost 100 Gs, I, I (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
I handle my B-I, I´m, young, rich and black
Bitch, I´m, young, rich and black
Uh, I´m, young, rich and black
Mmm, get ya, get ya, mm, young, rich and black
Mmm, uh, I´m young, rich and black