[Intro: the cheese macaroni Keep the rocket on me Hell naw we don't with no phonies You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich Young rich homies, rich homies You can yo' bitch we some young rich homies Young rich homies, young homies You can tell nigga we some young rich homies
[Hook: Rich Quan] Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas We ain't even sign no yet , me & Migos we mobbin Im all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent No Master P but we it Say all my niggas
[Verse 1: No P but im bout it,bout it Tell Yo Bitch we the young rich homies betta slow yo roll Run up on the block shoot sumn Walking around with that tommy gun niggas in the hood love the molly satan When they pop it , chew it like some bubble gum Can't fuck with the plug , nigga be taxin So I had to make a mission like the Jett Jackson Got all these pocket rockets on my Lookin like a nigga got go go gadgets at yo bitch n' she ratchet Still the pot up like Cassius Make the work disappear magic Hit the in china town,order up another package
Rich Homie Quan] Ok now all my niggas violent, all my violent We even sign no deal yet , me & migos we mobbin I'm like all my niggas violent, all my niggas No P but we bout it Say all my violent
Quavo] Chasing the macaroni the pocket rocket on me Hell naw we don't fuck no phonies You can tell yo' bitch we some young homies rich homies, young rich homies You can tell yo' we some young rich homies Young homies, young rich homies You can broke nigga we some young rich homies
[Hook 1: Rich Homie Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas We ain't sign no deal yet , me & migos we mobbin Im like all my niggas violent, all my violent No Master P but we it Say all my niggas
2: Offset] Young, rich and we Wipe me down, no diamonds, no Tookie I got J's nigga, Pookie I'm cookin them dueces Spielberg, make movies You smoking on that boatweed and we on them cookies Woke up in a mansion, but I went to sleep in trenches Started off in Honda Accords now Im riding in them Bentleys Yo bitch fuck with a nigga, Im dunking her like Timothy Them bullets just like Ritalin, make a calm down instantly
[Verse 3: Ask yo mama! Ask yo bitch! I grab the fork and I cook up a I grab the pint and I up 6 (I'm pouring it!) Activis, I do Quality (Lean) Lettuce and and broccoli (Cash!) I'm cooking up catfish, tilapia, (fishes!), and I got Got yo bitch fucking on (Smash!) Hell nah we don't fuck wit no phonies and you can tell yo bitch we some young rich (yo bitch!!) Just my jeweler, so much ice on my neck got pneumonia Guisepppe stepper, Christian Lubuiton's, and Margiela (The stove hot the block hot of the summer wearing leather!)