Ya Ya

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Wooh!
Lucci with me
Quan with me
Yeaah!
Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that?
I'mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty
Put the G Ali in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston fuckin' with lil' Rob
Before all the strippin', before the galore
Before the galore I had millions and more
Before the tour I had been ran it up
Shakin' and shiverin' when I went to court
Take it or give it but I want it all (I want it all)
I'mma take it all, she know I'm gon' do it (I want it all)
Tryna get me a hundred million before I go (I want it all)
Yeah I want it all
Rich homie baby!
Hold up, wait, stop it, hey!
I want it all like I never had it
Never had nothin' don't do no braggin'
Steal from me one time wrap him up and (?)
Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I fuck with Philly but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I'm eatin' bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
(Ay Quan tell 'em what you got on you)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I put them bricks in the back
I get 'em goin' that's a fact
They know that I'm strapped
I wanna sip on some Act
When I pull up they say no he can go back
You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash
You know all these fuck niggas mad
You know I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout the shit that you had
And I don't wanna speak on the past, bitch you can't sleep in my pad
All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bitch let's go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I don't need no bitch naggin'
And all of this money, man all of these problems
All problems we gon' be revolvin', and if we revolvin' we gon' solve the problems
And I don't really be cappin'
The time to cap, bitch I'm 'bout to ask ya
When I pull up they gon' know ain't no askin'
Pour up a four then we go and get active
It 4 in the mornin', I'm up and I'm ready
Gotta get full off them muthafuckin' karats
I gotta have it I'm a muthafuckin' savage
Yeah yea

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah