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
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
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 I'm poppin'
I'm the yung yacht owner
Bitch and I'm not sober
Yea they had me on probation but I'll be done in October
You dont have to love me love me
But you gon' have to fuck with me
You don't have to love me love me
But you gon' ave to fuck with me
Yung God when I ride up
Not too many that can fuck with me
Never hung up on the bullshit
I cant afford that type of luxery
Hwd I get so faded
Howd I get so faded
Im boutta do a show in Paris
I swear Im feelin like I made it
Society tryna reduce me to simplicity
But little do they know that Im designed by the divinity
Not wrapped up in your rules
Im intertwined with the infinity
Baby close your eyes
Youll realize that youre feelin me
Sip G-I-N
Flip these problems
Flip these hoes into 16's ahhh shit
Howd I get so faded
Howd I get so faded
You dont have to love me love me
But you gon have to fuck with me
You dont have to love me love me
But you gon have to fuck with me