Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya

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

[Hook: Rich Homie & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin'
Yeah yea
Pull up on a nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like
yeah yea
Offset on all my wood got me ridin' like
yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo' momma with me
up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young 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: Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the
I was in Houston fuckin' lil' Rob
all the strippin', before the galore
Before the I had millions and more
Before the tour I had 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 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!
Hold up, wait, it, hey!
I want it all I never had it
Never had nothin' don't do no
Steal from me one wrap him up and (?)
Then him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I fuck with but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I'm eatin'
Ooh, ooh, yea
(Ay Quan 'em what you got on you)

Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yea
up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like
Yeah yea
Offset 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 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 can't be no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin'

2: YFN Lucci]
I put them bricks in the
I get 'em goin' a fact
They know that I'm
I wanna sip on Act
When I pull up 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 I don't wanna hear 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 let's go eat us some
All of this money bring so many and I don't need no bitch naggin'
And all of this money, man all of these
All problems we gon' be revolvin', and if we revolvin' we gon' the problems
And I really be cappin'
The time to cap, bitch I'm to ask ya
I pull up they 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 muthafuckin'
yea

[Hook: Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin'
yeah yea
Offset rips on all my got me ridin' 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 G-L-E in the can't be doin' no swervin'
can't be doin' no swervin' yeah