[Intro: DJ Durel & Takeoff]

Mango

Bitch

They say they wanna live life like some young rich niggas (Huh?)

Huh

Let's show these niggas what the fuck goin' on

Let's go

[Chorus: Mango Foo & Takeoff]

Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga

Like a young rich nigga (What you wanna do?)

Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga

Like a young rich nigga (What you say you wanna be?)

Say you wanna roll a 3 5 in the backwood, or a swisher (Gas)

Say you wanna have a shooter with you when you broke

You ain’t even got a bitch

[Verse 1: Mango Foo]

Say you wanna, boy I know you wanna

Nigga you a bitch like Juwana

Busting in the pussy like a condom

Bullets coming fast like a Zonda

Bullets coming hotter than a sauna

We stay with the toy like Tonka

Different color diamonds, Willy Wonka

Never talk to your honor

I plead the fifth, I make sack for the summer

Ran up my sack, I’m addicted to commas

Only can sleep on the lean and the coma

Walk in the store and go talk to the owner

Trap on the block, the bando on the corner

Having artillery like I’m Osama

OG good gas, you can smell the aroma

President tint like I’m riding with Obama

[Verse 2: Takeoff]

President tint like I’m riding with Obama

Where is Michelle?

Take over in your city like I’m the mayor

Beat the bricks in the V12

On the block serving the bales

Ducking and dodging, I’m running from 12

Takeoff ain’t taking no L

Cause I keep the steel

Nigga tryna bite me, Holyfield

Hundred round drum, overkill

Think I’m in the Navy the way I be poppin’ seals

What you wanna do?

What you wanna be when you grow up?

Fifty migos when I pull up

Hundred hoes on my tour bus

[Verse 3: Mango Foo & Takeoff]

Damn, who the hell is he?

Extendos and choppers whenever we pull up

Gold on my like Slick the Ruler

Shout out to my jeweler, iced out my Frank Mueller

Iced out my Frank Mueller, my neck is a cooler

My diamonds albino, I’m counting these riches, no Lionel

I’m smoking a pound of that OG, I’m reading the bible

I’m playing with the rifle, I think I’m a sniper

Two twin choppers like the towers

For these stuffed crusts you gon’ need ‘bout three lighters

[Verse 4: Takeoff]

Pocket full of Jackson, where is Michael?

When you walk in my bando, see dirty diapers

All I ever wanted was a sack

Every migo in my hood kept a strap

Fuck up a check, I’ma get it right back

Once I kick me a door or get it back in the trap

I remember niggas sending shots subliminal

Tweeting on Twitter so it got political

If I ever see you it’s gon’ get physical

Texas, lone ranger, danger, no Mystikal

Christian my Louboutin’s, Giuseppe steppers

I might just go Maison Margiela’s

Like I’m Rockefeller, fly like a propeller

My diamonds they can shine in any weather

Boxing rings on my knuckles, Mayweather

Yes this is real fox fur, fuck nigga

Cover my mink chinchilla

What to do you want be when you grow up?

What did you want to do when you got up?

I hit the lot, copped an Audi

Went to the kitchen, grabbed the spatula

The stick is magical

Beating babies with the pots and pans, shit is tragical

I’m the ambassador

Pull up in a Lamborghini, it’s an Aventador

Independent nigga riding with a hundred mil

I can get a life sentence

Block hot, 12 on a nigga cause they heard I jugged about a hundred pigeons

Red on the bottom my Louboutin

At the court it’s silent like I’m Jack Nicholson

Still got the pocket rocket, never catch me slipping, Master P, I’m ‘bout it

[Verse 5: Quavo]

Talking to my Migo plug about the zone

My ho is so nasty, she wanna drink a nigga’s chromosome

She got the ass shots like Cortisone

Head shot nigga, Houdini dome

Fifty M’s nigga, having a house like the SIMS nigga

My nigga boot up like the timb’s nigga

Baow, kraow, go kill nigga

Gold bars they in the mansion

Work the bitch, they dirty dancing

Yeen never seen this much white since Marilyn Manson

Old money, nigga Jurassic

Two hundred fifty in the cabinet

You’re the type of guy hanging with them fuck niggas

Flexin’ like they havin’ it

I swear, I swear, I swear (swear nigga)

It’s Migo Gang year

All my niggas here (right here nigga)

Choppers making you stare

Be aware

You better take look in the mirror

Cause all of my niggas they wild, they stand on the chairs

Cheers, beers

My diamonds lookin’ like ‘em

Two bitches, bet I dyke ‘em

They riding on my rifle

No kick it like Beckham (can’t kick it with me)

The fuck nigga lookin’ wrong, so I’m gonna check him

He don’t think that I’m gonna shoot him

I’m gonna bet him

Kung pow, choppin’ bricks like wow

Magic now (abracadabra), magic now

No Chris Angel

Diamonds shine, gold bangers

Pull up to the club lookin’ like a fucking stranger

[Verse 6: Offset]

The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward

Fifty chickens on the highway, it’s gonna bring a hundred more

I can touch down on the plug, I just scored

Hundred round on the chopper, oh lord

Connected to the streets without a cord

A hundred bricks up on the boat, all aboard

I call it Givenchy, Balenciaga

Coming through your window, call me Roger

It ain’t ‘bout a dollar, then why bother

The gold on your neck look like copper

You snitchin’, you must be a crime stopper

I’m selling that white girl, call it Mary Poppins

I’m pitching the work like a quarterback option

Double cup filled to the top, pure toxins

I am a leader, niggas follow suit

When I got to the church, diamonds on me, no suit

This is a family, not just a group

My niggas stick together, we win or we lose

Beating the pot and I gave it a bruise

These bitches they ain’t shit, they fuck you and your crew

Stomp on you niggas like I am a cube

OG gas bag is smelling like pubes

The devil fucking with me then he get rebuked

Fifty floors up, nigga what a great view

I just beat the cause my lawyer a jew

I’m sipping on Actavis, good on the brew

What a miracle, I’m living superior

Niggas can’t fuck with us period

Niggas be hating, say that we not lyrical

Stand on the stove and I’m whipping up chemicals

Finessing the plug and I’m acting delirous

Jumped off the porch ‘cause a nigga was curious

You live and you learn off experience

Better do better, nigga get some Benjamin’s

Open your ears and my niggas just listen

Me and the pot got a very good chemistry

Used to fail chemistry, now I pull up in the Bentley

Now these niggas they gon’ envy me

[Outro: Mango Foo]

YRN The Label

This shit a lifestyle

It gotta be in you

Not on you

Haha