Living Young ft. NLMF Tunka Lyrics

If its bout some paper

Or bout my kids

Shid I'm on my way

Thick bitch sitting on the side of me clingy

Got to sneak away

Riding around the city diamonds hitting

Shit I'm super turnt

Cuz done put a three five

In the blunt like he wit snoop or some

Nike vision all I see

That mean all I see is a check

Disrespect me if you feeling groovy

Time tell the rest

All inside the mall cashing out

Like I don't wear shit twice

Closet got to be another room

I might be to precise

Jae why all you talk about is money

Like you grew up poor

Momma and daddy worked they ass off

I give them credit bro.

Remember stealing gas and shit yeah

I went all through the struggle

What don't kill you

Oly make you stronger

Learn from every struggle

Competition everywhere

Got my back against the wall

Niggas want my spot

Like its a game but mother fuck them all

Ownership gone cost you niggas

Information cost a fee

Niggas mad cause I moved out of town

And made a better me

Favorite room inside my crib

The living room I'm going up

Counted 40k by hand

Its dirty got to clean it up

Rocking all this ice hiding pain

Its like the hood Olympics

Jewelry like a trophy living young

You better come on wit it

Getting money

So I really just speak less

My bitch slim body wit big breast

When it come to getting money

I'm the boss of we do it best

I don't really like to brag

I just collect the check

Designer bag filled wit dog shit

Pulling like k jones no Spaulding

I don't want some

I want all of them

I can sale speed to Lamar bra

I done seen niggas die

Mommas cry on scene

Yea it's tragic

Obviously it didn't fuck wit gunman

Cause as I grew up the shit kept happening

Nah I can't get caught lacking

Ain't really got ops

But the company I kept was bout action

Chrome clapping

That spark from that fire

A shock you

If you get caught lacking

Favorite room inside my crib

the living room I'm going up

Counted 40k by hand

Its dirty got to clean it up

Rocking all this ice hiding pain

Its like the hood Olympics

Jewelry like a trophy living young

You better come on wit it