730 Young Thug

[Intro: Peewee Roscoe, Young Thug & Skooly]
Hey Quan, where you at?
Bring the money counter
Don't get your motherfuckin' hand hurt, money cut a nigga hand, countin' too much
I'm sorry, we ain't countin' no more, we with it
Rich Gang, millions and billions, nigga
You dig?
(Rich Gang)
Ooh
730, 730
Ooh
730, brazy brazy
Get with me bro
(We got London on da Track)

[Verse 1]
These niggas ain't loyal they ridin' with royal
He play I'ma leave him on fire, boil
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma stunt the lil baby, yeah, spoiled
Fuck nigga cannot be blood, he might as well be royal
Blue, shoot up the coupe
Pull up in Audis, the carbon'll smoke the fuck nigga like Snoop
Richie pass Thugga the boot, take off like a troop
Bloods are with me, bangin' twenty-one gun salute
Everything come out your mouth is a fairy, no tooth
IPhones and Blackberries when I pull up and serve you
I might get gangster, pull up to the set and murk too
Nine racks inside of my pockets, same size as my shoes, damn
Still got yams, y'all got grams
I fuck ma'ams, y'all fuck grams
Whoa, why so harsh? Why so dark?
I got lots of white, Bubba Sparxxx
Know your man royal, high as Sequoia
Woah, I got loaded, now I don't know you
Bitch, I'm slime, king cobra (Slime)
I drink sodas, no Coke Cola (Shee)