[Intro]
Young rich
(Michigan Meech)
I'm a young rich bastard
I'm a young rich
I'm a young rich bastard
I'm a young rich bastard

[Verse]
Why these n***as speaking on me like I asked for they opinion?
I can't argue with no n***a unless he up a couple million
He out here tryna be a goon but don't even take care of his children
Everyday I wake up out my sleep, I make another million
N***as say they for the team, they only care about theyself
Sixty pairs of Amiri's and like twenty-five belts
N***as acting like I need 'em, they ain't never ever helped
I could put her on the court, or I could put her on the shelf
That clip real long, it hang off that choppa like a belt
This 'Wood real long, it'll take two hours by myself
Fake friends was around, I'd rather hang with myself
If she loyal cars, bags, and shoes come as well
I been loyal to everybody, I don't get it in return
N***a switched just twice, it ain't his fault, I should've learned
N***a playing both sides, he can't come back over here
I'm starting to think this n***a jealous, it felt like that for years
I got nine pints here, shit, all of 'em [?]
The way you talk about this case, I swear, that shit make me nervous
Give a n***a twenty shots to the chest 'cause he deserves
If I get a good bitch she get whatever 'cause she [?]
They outside playing 2K, we be playing Call Of Duty
N***a stacked me in my bag but it was cool cause he ain't shooting
Split my last with my n***as, now I don't want shit in return
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