Correction Lyrics YRB by 2 Chainz

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2 Chainz – YRB Lyrics

God is the greatest but I’m hearin’ Illuminati doing favors
2 Chains, 6 watches
Hundred million 2 pockets (Uh) Double M
Ricky Renzel a.k.a Lemon Pepper
Been the biggest, still the biggest
A.k.a up in your baby mama, nigga

Beat up and battled the block
Came from not having a lot
Want my American pie
Rich like arrogant guy
Burn you, don’t play with the fire
Know you get buried alive
Can’t walk a day in these shoes
These don’t come in your size
You hot? Apparently not
Woke up wearin’ a watch
2 Cuban links, trappin’ like cheaters got various spots
From weed to powder powder to rock
Been havin’ mask and gloves in my car
I take a shroom and stare at a star
Shit, I own this mother fucker, I’ll still stand on the ball
You always postin’ cars and never post your home décor
Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door
I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water
Got cribs in Cali and Florida
I love her so I support her
I got a scale and a zip lock, may I take your order?
The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter
Before the pandemic still would’ve fought with Corona

That paper callin’ I reply
Spent that money like the disease
Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s
I am on my B. I.
Young, rich and black (Bitch, uh)
Young, rich and black (Uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (Mmm)
Young, rich and black (Mmm)
Young, rich and black

Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who really winnin’
Why you tell us what you spendin’? 40 carats on my finger
Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer
I could count a million cash, at 3 mill my hands’ll tingle
Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno
Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle
Trappin’ out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a Cnote
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 curtain

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