Ya Ya Rich Homie Quan (Ft. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
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

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
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 rims on all my wheels got me ridin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'
Yeah yeah yea
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
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 and (?)
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)