YUNG RICH HAITIAN

Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Lamborghini Gallardo, it's a spaceship Bout to rock another show, I'm feeling anxious New crib, three floors, it's really spacious I'ma do my own thing, I don't care if it's sanctioned This history in the making I'm always in my own lane, so why they always hating I'm a young, rich, Haitian Know I'm with the Franklin's Had to cut some snakes off, cause they always faking This year I'ma make it, at least that's what I'm thinking I don't got a plan, only manifestation If I cross a problem, you know I'ma always face it You know I'ma man up, that white chalk finna trace him Yeah, let's slow down the beat Walked up in the party, got two thousand on my feet This a real function, forty cars parked down the street New day, new me, who am I gonna be? Yeah, I got true religion jeans With some carti frames but still I cannot see Yeah, I let her put my chains on, but she might start to freeze Windows down feel the breeze, listen to the palm trees Catch a vibe, see my steeze Bow down, get on your knees Whip foreign, it's overseas She boring, she for the streets I'm coolin, we sippin' Tweas You wanna be with me, but we can never be And real soon you gon' see, yeah