[Verse 1]

Money make the world go round

And all the pretty girls go down

And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip

All white ghost I call it my cool whip

Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks

My life is like a movie, every day a new script

And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch

Cuz they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris

Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in

Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been

And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's

With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been

No folks for these fuckboys

On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy

Glock 30 ridin’ dirty and it's tucked boy

Cuz I could treat you like a priest get you touched boy

No homo

Before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo

All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo

M’s in my account and M’s in the logo

So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO

[Chorus]

Young kings, young kings

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

[Verse 2]

Crowns on my wrist and my head

And I’mma ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead

It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head

And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread

Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga

Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga

No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga

Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga

Young kings, all I know is one thing

Live life, one dream, started in the drug game

Where they never make it out unless you got a gun game

Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things

Runnin’ shit, diarrhea

And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear

G5 through the sky boy we outta here

Sippin PJ fresh from out the PJ

[Chorus]

Young kings, young kings

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

[Verse 3]

I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission

Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes

But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right

I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night

I keep a Omelly by my side because we both alike

Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin’ white

Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me

I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be

20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T

If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently

Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me

Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history

Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it

Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it

And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come forward

Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish

[Chorus]

Young kings, young kings

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame