Nipsey Hussle - Young, Rich, and Famous lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - Young, Rich, and Famous lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Why the fuck not, nigga?
I'm in this shit, why not go hard?
It don't make sense not to
Look, I be hoppin' on stages
Drinkin' champagne with a flock
Of bad bitches
And some niggas I was raised with
How every step the topic
Of they conversation?
Bunch of miserable ass broke niggas
Jealous 'cause we made it young, rich
And famous plus I'm handsome and I'm faded
I'm just climbin' up this ladder that
My swagger has created it
My intelligence has got them so intimidated
Really thought that I would listen to
That bullshit you was sayin'?
Ride solo in my two door with my top off
If the tag ain't Marathon
That Crenshaw crewneck is a knock-off
When we started, he pinned us
No label ain't gon' stop us
I'm in Rothen off of Slauson
I made all my partners profit, look
I'm tatted from my face to my foot
So my body read like a good book
And honestly
That fire weed keep my mind cooked
Takin' trips type of shit
Usually keep a dime hooked
Pussy super good, got that sleepin' side grip
Ass pokin' out them pockets with
That she is fly stitch
I'd rather be your nigga
She'd rather be my bitch
But no emotions 'cause we both is
Busy focused on the grip real shit, look
Niggas better understand this
I ain't doin' no favors
I ain't givin' out shit
I'm out here on my ten toes, nigga, no split
And if you don't like it
You can suck my dick nigga
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Young niggas doin' big things
Fuckin' all these bitches ain't
The song I sing real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Young nigga doin' big things
Fuckin' all these bitches is the song I sing
Hah, nigga t-M-C, uh
Look fat Dookie, Cuban Links
That's Bellvue and cranberry
We left all of the jewelry
Out there, you know, she know
Doin' it lightweight
I ain't shaved in a couple days
And this motherfucker goin' on
I fuck off racks though when I want to
You know you see it's The Marathon, yeah
Why the fuck not, nigga?
I'm in this shit, why not go hard?
It don't make sense not to
Look, I be hoppin' on stages
Drinkin' champagne with a flock
Of bad bitches
And some niggas I was raised with
How every step the topic
Of they conversation?
Bunch of miserable ass broke niggas
Jealous 'cause we made it young, rich
And famous plus I'm handsome and I'm faded
I'm just climbin' up this ladder that
My swagger has created it
My intelligence has got them so intimidated
Really thought that I would listen to
That bullshit you was sayin'?
Ride solo in my two door with my top off
If the tag ain't Marathon
That Crenshaw crewneck is a knock-off
When we started, he pinned us
No label ain't gon' stop us
I'm in Rothen off of Slauson
I made all my partners profit, look
I'm tatted from my face to my foot
So my body read like a good book
And honestly
That fire weed keep my mind cooked
Takin' trips type of shit
Usually keep a dime hooked
Pussy super good, got that sleepin' side grip
Ass pokin' out them pockets with
That she is fly stitch
I'd rather be your nigga
She'd rather be my bitch
But no emotions 'cause we both is
Busy focused on the grip real shit, look
Niggas better understand this
I ain't doin' no favors
I ain't givin' out shit
I'm out here on my ten toes, nigga, no split
And if you don't like it
You can suck my dick nigga
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Young niggas doin' big things
Fuckin' all these bitches ain't
The song I sing real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Young nigga doin' big things
Fuckin' all these bitches is the song I sing
Hah, nigga t-M-C, uh
Look fat Dookie, Cuban Links
That's Bellvue and cranberry
We left all of the jewelry
Out there, you know, she know
Doin' it lightweight
I ain't shaved in a couple days
And this motherfucker goin' on
I fuck off racks though when I want to
You know you see it's The Marathon, yeah