YRB Lyrics from The 2 Chainz’s Album “So Help Me God”, released on November 13, 2020.

Song: YRB
Artist: 2 Chainz
Genre: HipHop/Rap

God is the greatest but I’m hearin’ Illuminati doing favors
2 Chains, 6 watches
Hundred million 2 pockets (Uh) Double M
Ricky Renzel a.k.a Lemon Pepper
Been the biggest, still the biggest
A.k.a up in your baby mama, n****

Beat up and battled the block
Came from not having a lot
Want my American pie
Rich like arrogant guy
Burn you, don’t play with the fire
Know you get buried alive
Can’t walk a day in these shoes
These don’t come in your size
You hot? Apparently not
Woke up wearin’ a watch
2 Cuban links, trappin’ like cheaters got various spots
From weed to powder powder to rock
Been havin’ mask and gloves in my car
I take a shroom and stare at a star
S***, I own this mother f*****, I’ll still stand on the ball
You always postin’ cars and never post your home décor
Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door
I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water
Got cribs in Cali and Florida
I love her so I support her
I got a scale and a zip lock, may I take your order?
The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter
Before the pandemic still would’ve fought with Corona

That paper callin’ I reply
Spent that money like the disease
Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s
I am on my B. I.
Young, rich and black (B****, uh)
Young, rich and black (Uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (Mmm)
Young, rich and black (Mmm)
Young, rich and black

Twin phantoms in the city, n***** know who really winnin’
Why you tell us what you spendin’? 40 carats on my finger
Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer
I could count a million cash, at 3 mill my hands’ll tingle
Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno
Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle
Trappin’ out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a Cnote
Autograph my jersey, on Thursday’s the hoes get peed on
B****** on the furlough, let her come back if she fertile
She just a surrogate, I told her name my son the BERTO
When you on the money team, you gotta hit ’em where you hurt ’em
Offers for my catalog, I guess its just the way I word ’em
Sentoia Brown back, I pray she livin’ with a purpose
Contactin’ Hermes overnight I had some Birkins
Playin’ Polo out in Soho go for dolo on these verses
In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one, then I pull the curtain

That paper callin’ I reply
Spent that money like the disease
Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s
I am on my B. I.
Young, rich and black (B****, uh)
Young, rich and black (Uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (Mmm)
Young, rich and black (Mmm)
Young, rich and black