Hobby

[Verse 1: YRN Lingo] Getting money is a hobby Drugging your bitch up she run around a lot She sucking me in red Balenciaga I fucked her then passed out that never a problem I can do magic call me Harry Potter You niggas is little ya’ll play cops and robbers Can’t stand these fake niggas they some imposters You is Luke Skywalker, I am your father Money hanging out my pocket man can you not see All my nigga camouflaged in army fatigue Gold plated sharper Range I am the nigga that people wanna be Kanye West ego, it’s all about me Wanna live like me, gonna cost a fee My diamonds so colder than the winter breeze People that didn’t like me now wanna hang Ain’t riding with that fake shit, nigga please Put that shit over there get away from me That girl over here sucking and she on me All yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee I’m over here shaking my dread like I’m Bugatti Don’t give a fuck what you think that shit don’t phase me I just run up a check to let you niggas know that I get it I run up on you to see if you with it I’m a bad boy just call me P Diddy I know you wanna be like me just admit it Red dot on you and you cannot escape it You not getting money so why try to fake it One call that’s all, you know they gonna take it Tie him up and send him down to the basement [Chorus: YRN Lingo] Rolls ghost and the clip hanging out the door Looking at that crowd you that know we pack every show I look at these niggas that’s joke then stomp on mine with my gold Margiela toe Smoke your party like a bag would a pole You cannot get everything you not angelical hoe Call me if you want you know that I’m blasting Riding the ‘85, riding the Aston Yeah I’m from the north nigga who asking Have someone take you out like an assassin Got your girl right on the tele I just got to hit it I skeet on her belly it look like a reincarnated Machiavelli Fuck that lil nigga I’m never gon tell him Shipping these bullets I got a melli You pussy nigga I know that you smelly The hand that you put it on you not gon sell it I’m just living life and all these folks jealous I know that you smarter than that I can sense it When I’m in trouble I get Lingo senses Riding round the city my windows tinted What’s in my pocket that’s none a your business nigga [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Fuck the law, fuck the law Freeze the homie got a bitch wanna lick it off Too much money young nigga can’t spend it off Lingo with me in the Bentley we taking off All a my diamonds don’t drip In the coup getting top and a rim Young nigga bought a chain with the grip And I’m straight from the jet to the check bitch Round one quarter mil on my next shit Niggas hating beat instead a texting Aaliyah I fucked in a Lexus I was broke a man milli I did it Man go wake up and go get it Fame bout money ain’t speaking Young nigga had to fight for no reason I be getting to the money ain’t sleeping [Chorus: YRN Lingo] Rolls ghost and the clip hanging out the door Looking at that crowd you that know we pack every show I look at these niggas that’s joke then stomp on mine with my gold Margiela toe Smoke your party like a bag would a pole You cannot get everything you not angelical hoe Call me if you want you know that I’m blasting Riding the ‘85, riding the Aston Yeah I’m from the north nigga who asking Have someone take you out like an assassin Got your girl right on the tele I just got to hit it I skeet on her belly it look like a reincarnated Machiavelli Fuck that lil nigga I’m never gon tell him Shipping these bullets I got a melli You pussy nigga I know that you smelly The hand that you put it on you not gon sell it I’m just living life and all these folks jealous I know that you smarter than that I can sense it When I’m in trouble I get Lingo senses Riding round the city my windows tinted What’s in my pocket that’s none a your business nigga