[Intro: Quavo]
Migo (Migo we winnin', winnin')
QC (Migo we winnin', winnin',)
Migo we did it, did it

[Chorus: Quavo]
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
Now when everybody see us they say:
Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him
Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends
Now look at that young n***a he ain't get many hoes way back in the day
Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Just now warming up, might pull up in an armored truck
With a hundred blue million bucks
I told you brah, that we so dangerous, yo n***as ain't the same as us
I gotta thank God for the blessing
Pocket salad, extra dressing
He always got a n***a flexing
Know that I have to get the Smith & Wesson
If you wanted to ball
You gotta run with it and score a touchdown
If you wanna be a rap artist
Gotta take over your town (the city!)
If you wanna be a dope dealer
Gotta be moving a pound (Ew! Gas!)
Young n***a just stay focused
(If you did it) You can be rich right now (rich!)
[Chorus: Quavo]
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
Now when everybody see us they say:
Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him
Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends
Now look at that young n***a he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day
Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face

[Verse 2: Offset]
I'm richer than Richie, now all my bitches they miss me
I was broke I remember
I stashed it away in my memory
I know n***as that envy me, jealousy
Wondering how did I get rich with these felonies
God keep on telling me;
'Please just focus!'
I came from roaches to Lotus
They hung my brother like posters
The Lord he told me I'm chosen
Now all my jewelry is golden
Sipping on purple potion, take away all the emotions (Lean!)
Christian Louboutins, I'm not running from my emotions
[Chorus: Quavo]
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
Now when everybody see us they say:
Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him
Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends
Now look at that young n***a he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day
Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Unfortunate, ya'll fuck n***as can't fuck with us
Hundred gas bags in the monster truck
Usain Bolt, I'ma run it up
Real street n***a that love to hustle, came from the gutta
My n***a be flexing, pressing
I'm fucking that bitch that you texting
You stressin? (Haha)
We just sitting in here counting cash, trying not to laugh
All of these pints and the OG gas
Sipping on Actavis out the glass
Hundreds older than the ThunderCats
What would you do, if you found out that your face card wasn't approved
Ain't no money getting extorted
Look at that what these streets will do
[Chorus: Quavo]
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
YRN
This is, what it is; Young Rich N***a
Now when everybody see us they say:
Now look at that young n***a pipe down everytime you see him
Now look at that young n***a can't catch him with no new friends
Now look at that young n***a he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day
Now look at that young n***a can't keep these hoes up out his face