Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya

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

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

[Verse 1: Rich Homie & YFN Lucci]
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the off the shore
I was in Houston fuckin' lil' Rob
all the strippin', before the galore
Before the galore I had millions and
the tour I had been ran it up
Shakin' and shiverin' when I went to
Take it or it but I want it all (I want it all)
I'mma take it all, she know I'm gon' do it (I it all)
get me a hundred million before I go (I want it all)
Yeah I it all
homie baby!
Hold up, wait, it, hey!
I want it all like I had it
Never had nothin' do no braggin'
Steal from me one wrap him up and (?)
hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I fuck Philly but I am the answer
in first class boy I'm eatin' bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
(Ay tell 'em what you got on you)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN
Money stuffed in these got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yea
Pull up on a nigga 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, go check 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 can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no yeah

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

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN
Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga like
Yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin'
yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me like
Yeah yea
Two-seater, is yo' baby momma 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-L-E in the can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah be doin' no swervin' yeah