[Intro: Yung Richard Branson]

It's your boy, Yung Richard Branson
Young Richard Splashin', Young Richard-Im-Dancin'
You know I'm back on that Money Changed Everything mixtape
N***a, I got the Gucci belt around my head
The Gucci goggles around my waist
Don't think about it, but I'm flexing and I'm flossin'
In the BMW, the M series, that wagon, and I'm splashin'
My dawg Dave bout to snap on that FREE PARKING
And you already know how we rockin'
It's that League shit
We got choppers on waist, choppers on ankle
Choppers strapped to the back
So if you need that, let's go


[Verse 1: Dreyyz]

Bow our heads let us pray
Lord please tell these pussy n***as I don't play
Preacherman told me that you keep you Prophets safe
But these n***as wouldn't get it 'less you spittin' from the K
K-I-N-G to the Dreyyz
Potatoe at the end, you could have it your way
West Pines we cray
So you know that's every day
My n***as with the shits and you n***as playing games
Been bout cash, never been bout change
But these n***as all changed cause of money
What a shame
Damn, bet my shit talk like Oprah
Cause these bitches keep cumin' like a fucking Royal Rumble
Hard to be humble when you got all these bundles
Hit a n***a bitch and that relationship fumbles
Scope like the Hubble, hit a n***a in his slumber
Pussy n***a good night
Tuck him 6 feet under
Bye, the pretty Porsche drive by
Drag racing my n***a Beiber on Dykes
Red & blue lights, dodging 25-to-life
For a 187, 200 on 75
If I swerve I might die
Swear I'm flying in the sky
Gas got me high, see a pig to the right
Hit the gas a little harder
They can't catch me in a Charger
Tell Ladanian I'm sorry
Panamanian Armani model bitches in my sauna
Prolly drinking wine & moscato
Tell that bitch to go bobbing for my apples at the bottom
(Started)
Revelation's where we are now
That leaf stone in my Raws now
I'm in yo girl's jaw wow
These n***as thought I would turn down
Nah
[Hook: Dreyyz]

Wylin' in the party
Shawty all on me, I think she off the Molly
DJ playing Lean On Me
She told me to "pour lean on me"
Rock so damn hard you'll break your spleen
Fresh and clean, yup in my tee
Blunts in my lean
Killers on my team
League on the scene
All these bitches scream
WOW
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[Verse 2: Dreyyz]

Swift moves with the two step
Two shots turn your blues red
Beacoup got that blue coupe
But the inside is suuwuu
Throw the hazard lights and these haters go boo-hoo
No Mazda but that thang zoom-zoom
She she likes speed, girl I got that too
I'm tryna live fast & die young in a coupe
With a mouth full of gold and some '85 shoes
The rifle in my hand represents the harsh truth
& all you n***as liars, pray that light don't shine on you
Actin' like you don't know
Motherfucker you knew
So your plea for remorse too cheap to pay the cost
Of course, I'm probably on the block with YRB
& he probably all up in that mudd just like a Jeep
My pants ain't cheap, I'm always sitting on G
& that ain't the cash in 'em
Pockets hold a couple keys
Talking keys, that's Falco on 'em
Talking keys, bet Jerm got 'em
Talking keys, I push foreign wheels that don't need keys to even start 'em
Hard drugs and bitches
Yeah a lot of them
N***as try the league, like pills I'm poppin 'em
The flow is dropping bombs on the Pentagon
Stop it bruh
You going to hard bruh
You might tear or pop something
Ballin' everyday, shot callin'
Know them youngins spray
You n***as DOA
9-1-1 & 911s aye
League in the bitch so you know it's game day
Pull up on your block, ski mask be my game face
May day, white flaggin' like it ain't my last lap
Run through your crib and take everything that you have
And another time for a victory lap
Just to burn that shit down and buy the fucking land
Cash
[Hook]

WOW