Who made this beat?
Lil' Marlo
Young Doll
Twisted Genius, baby
Twist y'all n****s up, I'm God
Version man, version man
How could I ever forget you?
You know this n***a be trickin' though
Deep in B liquor for extra
And I bite my head and pray to God
Told God, you keep me playin'
This stick, baby, go crazy with a stick
The opp sent 12
We be breakin' down on real belts
Given it, can't have a shot
And I'm with the other side
Had them n****s don't even wish me well
Big ol' bells like wells now
Drop can't, and I fell down
I done picked up, I done picked up
Caught the Louis bag for the blue box
Young Richie, I'm God
Young Rich, Young Littas
Young Littas, Young Littas
Young Rich, Young Rich
Young Littas, Young Littas
Young Rich, Young Littas
Young Littas, Young Littas
Young Rich, Young Rich
Young Littas, Young Littas
Put your n****s in a figurative form
Told baby he ain't gotta worry about his n****s
You know I'm on go
And men don't stand in the back of the Maybach
Scrollin' n****s, thinkin' they're hoes
Yeah, if I got him, I spot him
Hit him in the back of the top
I'm a real monster, got real solid
Jamaican dime dollars
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty deep, got made up bodies
Okay, yeah, new coupe copy
One and twenty-five, we bought it
Yeah, check out the Lambo truck
Young Littas, Rich Ball
Young Rich, Young Littas
Young Littas, Young Littas
Young Rich, Young Rich
Young Littas, Young Littas
Young Rich, Young Littas
Young Littas, Young Littas
Young Rich, Young Rich
Young Littas, Young Littas
Young Rich, Young Littas