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, feel me, and say that

Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby got a nigga feelin' 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 niggas
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin'
Put the G Ali in the H-O-V can't be doin' no
can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

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

[Hook: Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga like
yeah yea
Pull up on a nigga 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 juice on me, man you know I'm ridin'
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no
Yeah be doin' no swervin' yeah

[Verse 2: YFN
I put them bricks in the
I get 'em that's a fact
They 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 know I got 2 on the
You know all these fuck mad
You know I wanna hear nothin' 'bout the shit that 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 bitch let's go eat us karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I don't no bitch naggin'
And all of money, man all of these problems
All problems we be revolvin', and if we revolvin' we gon' solve the problems
And I really be cappin'
The time to cap, I'm 'bout to ask ya
I pull up they gon' know 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 them karats
I gotta have it I'm a muthafuckin'
yea

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