Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya

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

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

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

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

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

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