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[Intro: Rich Homie
Wooh!
with me
Quan me
Yeaah!
Ay man, we young fly rich homies, ya dig that?
go get me a new chain, feel me, listen 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 ridin'
yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo' baby with me
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my niggas servin'
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
Yeah be doin' no swervin' yeah

[Verse 1: Rich Quan & YFN Lucci]
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the
I was in Houston fuckin' lil' Rob
Before all the strippin', the galore
Before the I had millions and more
the tour I had been ran it up
Shakin' and shiverin' I went to court
Take it or give it but I want it all (I it all)
I'mma take it all, she know I'm do it (I want it all)
Tryna get me a hundred million 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
had nothin' don't do no braggin'
Steal from me one time him up and (?)
hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I fuck with Philly but I am the
Just in class boy I'm eatin' bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
(Ay tell 'em what you got on you)

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

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

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