They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
She on my list
She want the bands
Got that Louis V belt around my pants
This shit ain't fake, this shit all real
Got designer from my neck to my heels
I got my fam, on my back
Better watch ya mouth before you get smacked
No, I ain't fake, I never switch
But never trust Yung Gib around ya bitch
In the whip, now we cruisin'
Get your mans, he be losin'
Dropped spice, they went stupid
Copped ice, translucent
In the whip, now we cruisin'
Get your mans, he be losin'
Dropped spice, they went stupid
Copped ice, translucent
Aye, aye, aye, aye
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
Yung Gib - I'm Young Lyrics
Yung Gib - I'm Young Lyrics
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They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
She on my list
She want the bands
Got that Louis V belt around my pants
This shit ain't fake, this shit all real
Got designer from my neck to my heels
I got my fam, on my back
Better watch ya mouth before you get smacked
No, I ain't fake, I never switch
But never trust Yung Gib around ya bitch
In the whip, now we cruisin'
Get your mans, he be losin'
Dropped spice, they went stupid
Copped ice, translucent
In the whip, now we cruisin'
Get your mans, he be losin'
Dropped spice, they went stupid
Copped ice, translucent
Aye, aye, aye, aye
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
She on my list
She want the bands
Got that Louis V belt around my pants
This shit ain't fake, this shit all real
Got designer from my neck to my heels
I got my fam, on my back
Better watch ya mouth before you get smacked
No, I ain't fake, I never switch
But never trust Yung Gib around ya bitch
In the whip, now we cruisin'
Get your mans, he be losin'
Dropped spice, they went stupid
Copped ice, translucent
In the whip, now we cruisin'
Get your mans, he be losin'
Dropped spice, they went stupid
Copped ice, translucent
Aye, aye, aye, aye
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
They say I'm young, but I'm rich
Got like ten bad bitches in the whip
My hands feel numb, that's how it is
I'm just livin', why you hatin' on the kid
Writer: Brayden Barb
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