God is the greatest but I'm hearin' Illuminati doing favors (yes)
2 Chains, six watches (pika pika)
Hundred million two pockets, whoa, double M
Ricky Renzel aka Lemon Pepper
Been the biggest, still the biggest (biggest)
Aka up in your baby mama, nigga
(Toni)

Beat up and battled the block (yea)
Came from not having a lot (uh)
Want my American pie (pie)
Rich black arrogant guy (guy)
Burn you, don't play with the fire (fire)
Know you get buried alive
Can't walk a day in these shoes
These don't come in your size (ya)
You hot? Apparently not
Woke up wearin' a watch
Two Cuban links, trappin' like cheaters got various spots
From weed to powder, powder to rock
Been havin' mask and gloves in my car (car)
I take a shroom and stare at a star (woo)
Shit, I own this mother fucker, I'll stand on the bar
You always postin' cars and never post your home décor
Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door (yea)
I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water
Got cribs in Cali and Florida (yea)
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 would've fought with Corona

Lord, that paper callin' I reply
Spread that money like the disease, uh
Why? My wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, I
I end on my beat I, I'm
Young, rich and black (bitch, uh)
Young, rich and black (uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black

I'm livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't matter what amount's in your account
Being rich, without the grace of God's blessing
Money don't mean shit
My work the best on planet earth so I never abuse it
Can't drink smoke or sniff it
Got to listen to use it
Shit so fire, I get a million people high when I move it
And when the cosmos collapse I'll still have passion for music
Young rich black (M-M-Maybach Music)

Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who really winnin'
Why you tell us what you spendin'? Forty carats on my finger
Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer
I could count a million cash, at three mill my hands'll tingle (boss)
Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno (boss)
Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle
Trappin' out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a C note
Autograph my jersey, on Thursday's the hoes get peed on
Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she fertile
She just a surrogate, I told her name my son the BERTO
When you on the money team, you gotta hit 'em where you hurt 'em
Offers for my catalog, I guess its just the way I word 'em
Sentoia Brown back, I pray she livin' with a purpose
Contactin' Hermes overnight I had some Birkins
Playin' Polo out in Soho go for dolo on these verses
In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one, then I pull the curtains

Lord, that paper callin' and I reply
Spread that money like disease, uh
Why my wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, uh (M-M-Maybach Music)
I end on my beat I, I'm
Young, rich and black bitch, uh
Young, rich and black (uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black

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Writer(s): Kazarion Fowler, Papa Abdou Fall, Tauheed Epps, William Leonard Roberts III