
Aye Rich Homie Quan (Ft. Young Thug)
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[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
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
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