Hey young thugs, the world is yours Yeah young thug, the world is yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got Get your mind right, and get your grind right See the mission's to get what we don't got Until we filthy rich and on top You better go

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna King of fucking everything Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper Fuck

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

Fuckboy bow down Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt) I act an ass, baboon Wrappin' that dope, cocoon Young rich nigga in the room Finesse a nigga, no raccoon Spending M&M's in June Took a trip to Cancun They try to play us, they play themselves

That's all a nigga got So if it's 'bout that cream Then I'm all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream Just a dollar and a dream Young nigga with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he's seen po'

Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick Niggas salty and they hatin' 'cause Lil Purpp is young and rich And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke Woods, not no Zigs

Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a bad bitch getter Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don't fuck with broke niggas Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga You ain't know, now you know, nigga, Hi-Tec pour a four, nigga Bitch roll me my sack before I

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke Pull up with that choppa and a telescope Got 50 chickens in with me, runnin' around in my city Young rich nigga trappin' out Bentleys, rich nigga trappin' out Bentleys We makin' a motion picture,

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)