MrYoungXGotNext Lyrics

Momma said YoungX

Don't lose yourself on the road to the riches

Get caught with a whole lotta bitches

Don't get pulled over with a Glock with a switch

I say momma ok then I go out and do it all day

Me and Jay was hungry for a plate

Me and Wop was tryna make a play

Then I went and touched pape with Simba

Shoutout Yatta yea that be my nigga

We was ducking the public defenders

had to grind in the summer to shine in the winter

They don't talk cause they pockets be thinner

Man, these niggas be faker than Jenners

Switch up, something I never get

Mr. Young X got next

Indeed, I do count checks

Work hard cause mama need rest

Fuck you to the rest

Who try to finesse

Nah, I don't respond to nare texts

Live life like chess not checkers

I run with real deal steppas

She wanna pull up, she can't get enough

Go to my room undress her

They tell me be wise with the money

I spend it like nothing cause I get it back

Turn your back on the family just cause you mad at me

You moving like that

You a snake in the grass

I'm a shark in the water

Got a bad bitch when she stay up in Florida

Sometimes I ignore her cause she get too boring, annoying

In the foreign, I'm just flooring

Shine like a porter in Portland

That boy got motion

Tryna blaze a nigga trail

Then take a trip to New Orleans

Laughing and joking

On the plane high as hell

I gotta thank God for the life that I live

I gotta thank God that I don't have a kid

M.O.B. that's my kin from beginning to end

Born to win, we the ones setting trends

Momma said YoungX

Don't lose yourself on the road to the riches

Get caught with a whole lotta bitches

Don't get pulled over with a Glock with a switch

I say momma ok then I go out and do it all day

Me and Jay was hungry for a plate

Me and Wop was tryna make a play

Then I went and touched pape with Simba

Shoutout Yatta yea that be my nigga

We was ducking the public defenders

had to grind in the summer to shine in the winter

They don't talk cause they pockets be thinner

Man, these niggas be faker than Jenners

Switch up, something I never get

Mr. Young X got next

Damn, boy, you still rapping

Got niggas back home on the block and they still trapping

They still active, might spill at you

If you look too long

She said that she like my cologne while wearing V-Lone

Now she on my Peter Bone

And I don't wanna leave alone

All shit, all shit, let's go, go, go

Then I think back on mama said

Back when I was ten, they a dime every dozen

She was said with confidence

Let a young nigga know what it was, what it wasn't

As a kid, I was thuggin

Waking up early on trains and the buses

They was clutching and bussing

They had all the heads duckin

I'm the trench baby who made it out

I want the money, say fuck the clout

We throw the ball and we strike him out

I lob it up and Mir dunk it down

I got the bread, do my Dougie

Ladies, they love me

Niggas, bitches wanna fuck me

Navy yea that be my cuzzy

We living lovely, hard work, not lucky

Momma said YoungX

Don't lose yourself on the road to the riches

Get caught with a whole lotta bitches

Don't get pulled over with a Glock with a switch

I say momma ok then I go out and do it all day

Me and Jay was hungry for a plate

Me and Wop was tryna make a play

Then I went and touched pape with Simba

Shoutout Yatta yea that be my nigga

We was ducking the public defenders

had to grind in the summer to shine in the winter

They don't talk cause they pockets be thinner

Man, these niggas be faker than Jenners

Switch up, something I never get

Mr. Young X got next

Mr. Young X got next