Young Nigga (feat. Puff Daddy)

Strippers in the club and my cups half empty
 Ride with my niggas cause my niggas understand me
 Still on Plan A, pussy niggas on Plan B
 Young rich nigga, young rich nigga
 Right now, motherfucker let's go
 What can make a nigga wanna go and get it?
 Said he want a Beamer with the subs in it
 Said he grew up in a house and it was love missing
 Said he grew up in the set, he keep his guns with him
 Young nigga, young nigga
 Young nigga, just young nigga
 And he don't need a reason, he a young nigga
 And you don't want your daughter and your sons with him
 Young nigga, young nigga
 Young nigga, just young nigga
 Probably never understand us
 Til he pull in Phantom
 When he pull up in a Phantom
 He gon' have that shit blasting
 Like young nigga, just young nigga
 Young nigga, just young nigga
 What they call you where you from, nigga?
 In my city, that was question number one, nigga
 Looking at the legend I become, nigga
 I can't help, but feeling like I'm the one, nigga
 Remember I was on the run, nigga
 Well, yeah, before you had a son, nigga
 Open up your doors and kept it one, nigga
 Held a nigga down and that was love, nigga
 Nobody want to stand in front a judge, nigga
 Make you think of better days like when you was winning
 Standing on the couches in the club with us
 But then I lock my shot, I had to run with it
 Out the gate, lost count,
 many days in the studio, we slave, but this shit we gotta save
 Staring in the space that you fishing for a phrase
 Uninspired and your mind, still it's a paper chase
 First you over dedicate, then you notice that you great
 And you been the whole time, then it slap you in the face
 Then you stack it in your safe, got it cracking, it was fate
 You the definition, nigga, laughing to the bank
 I'm a master of my faith,
 plus I'm the type of nigga own the masters to my tape
 I'm in Nevada for the day,
 I just caught a flight from Philly, we just sold out TLA
 Fresh up off of stage on my way to be a [?]
 AMB, we L.A, tryna eat, we the way
 Young Nips, he the great, never talk
 Had a drink, I just lead to the lake
 It's eighty-something degrees in L.A
 Fuck it, time to put some jetskis on L.A
 I got a team in my bank, I don't even need an I.D at my bank
 This used to be a dream we would chase
 I know J. Stone and Copy Supreme could relate
 I know the whole team could relate
 I know [?], Makenzi, [?] could relate
 [?] Nelson, [?] on the Marathon
 Balling since my brother used to hustle out the Vons
 Couple hundred thousand up, he took a shovel to the lawn
 No exaggeration for the content of my songs
 When he went to dig it up, shit, a hundred something gone
 Molded, you can ask moms
 Had to plug in blow dryers for the ones we could wash
 Salvaged the little bit
 Young rich nigga shit, pressure on your shoulder
 How you gon' deal with it?
 Say it's all uncomfortable when you
 transition, but it's all beautiful when you get rich in it
 When you start killing shit and they all witness
 Money roll faster than niggas could spend the shit
 Open more businesses with you and your niggas
 that watching your vision and being more generate
 Like a Ford dealership, we up in Forbes
 Watching and they wishing that it wasn't yours
 I forgive you, I remember I was poor
 Plus I ain't in the way of what you reaching for
 Gotta play the game, you gotta read the score
 See, I'ma do the same and pop the clutch of four
 Told me if I want it, gotta hustle for it
 Only difference now, the money more mature
 Young nigga, young nigga
 Young nigga, young nigga
 Get your money, young nigga
 Get your money, young nigga
 Young nigga, young nigga
 Young nigga, young nigga
 Get the money, young nigga
 Young nigga, young nigga
 Get the money, young nigga
 Get the money, young nigga
 Get the money, young nigga
 Keep God first though