Ya Ya

Wooh!

Lucci with me

Quan with me

Yeaah!

Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that?

I'mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that

Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me

Pull up on the block

Gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'

Totin' 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 swervin'

Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

I get that money for sure

Money stacked up in the house off the shore

I was in Houston fuckin' with lil' Rob

Before all the strippin', before the galore

Before the galore I had millions and more

Before the tour I had been ran it up

Shakin' and shiverin' when I went to court

Take it or give it but I want it all (I want it all)

I'mma take it all, she know I'm gon' do it (I want it all)

Tryna get me a hundred million before I go (I want it all)

Yeah I want it all

Rich homie baby!

Hold up, wait, stop it, hey!

I want it all like I never had it

Never had nothin' don't do no braggin'

Steal from me one time wrap him up

Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom

I fuck with Philly but I am the answer

Just in first class boy I'm eatin' bananas

Ooh, ooh, yea

Ay Quan tell 'em what you got on you

Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me

Pull up on the block

Gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'

Totin' 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 swervin'

Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

I put them bricks in the back

I get 'em goin' that's a fact

They know that I'm strapped

I wanna sip on some Act

When I pull up they say no he can go back

You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash

You know all these fuck niggas mad

You know I don't wanna hear nothin'

'bout the shit that you had

And I don't wanna speak 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 karats

All of this money bring so many problems

And I don't need no bitch naggin'

And all of this money, man all of these problems

All problems we gon' be revolvin'

And if we revolvin' we gon' solve the problems

And I don't really be cappin'

The time to cap, bitch I'm 'bout to ask ya

When I pull up they gon' know ain't no askin'

Pour up a four then we go and get active

It 4 in the mornin', I'm up and I'm ready

Gotta get full off them muthafuckin' karats

I gotta have it I'm a muthafuckin' savage

Yeah yea

Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like

(Yeah yeah yea)

Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me

Pull up on the block

Gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'

Totin' 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 swervin'

Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah