Yung God

Hook Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury How'd I get so faded How'd I get so faded I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear Im feelin' like I made it Verse 1 Makin' deposits off of bein' a prophet Turnin' visions into riches way too big for my pockets Baby girl I'm a star I suggest you acknowledge it While you were scalin' out your pride I was weighing my options Like ain't no room in my pictures for bitches I end up croppin' I've been movin' and flippin' and livin' life like Im poppin' Im the young yacht owner Bitch and I'm not sober Yeah, they had me on probation but I'll be done in October c'mon Bridge You don't have to love me love me But you gon' have to fuck with me fuck with me fuck with me You don't have to love me love me But you gon' have to fuck with me fuck with me fuck with me Hook Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury How'd I get so faded How'd I get so faded I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear I'm feelin' like I made it Verse 2 Society tryna' reduce me to simplicity But little do they know that I'm designed by the divinity Not wrapped up in your rules I'm intertwined with the infinity Baby close your eyes You'll realize that you're feelin' me Sip G-I-N Flip these problems Flip these hoes into 16's ah shit How'd I get so faded How'd I get so faded Bridge You don't have to love me love me But you gon' have to fuck with me fuck with me fuck with me You don't have to love me love me But you gon' have to fuck with me fuck with me fuck with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Outro You don't have to love me love me But you gon' have to fuck with me fuck with me fuck with me You don't have to love me love me But you gon' have to fuck with me fuck with me fuck with me