Aye Rich Homie Quan (Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ha
Thugger Thugger, my brother, brother
These niggas in trouble, trouble
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Hey, boy, you green as a soldier
I cashed out, it ain't stolen
Hey, got that gold Rollie poly
On my wrist, I can tote it
With my wrist I can roll it, hey
That pistol stay fully loaded
I take your necklace then sport it
I got your bitch, she all on me, hey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, hey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, hey, yeah (Hey)

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I walked in with a forty
I talk nothin' but money
YSL the rich homies
I put that old school on buttons
Don't come if you ain't fuckin'
Fuck nigga, no, I can't trust him
Lil Scrappy, yo' head, I bust it
I was trappin', I couldn't get busted
Had packages on them buses
I'm rappin', I came from nothin'
I got 'em like, "What, what? Ayy"
Money on your head, nigga, so don't play (With who?)
With me, I stay with a Glock forty G every day
Thugger still ridin' with the chop
Red on the beam, won't stop me from shootin' you