Flava Rich Gang (Ft. Birdman, Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talk to 'em, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugger Thugger my brother
Thugger Thugger my brother
(Hahaha, The Remedy)
Hah, Quan
(We got London on da Track)
Rich Gang, nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]
Cop a Rollie, yes, a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil' nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that, ayy (What?)
Where your heart at? I'm gon' pour that out like Moët
And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus, ayy (Real nigga)
And these bitches know they fuckin' and they suckin' when they get inside the bed with me and Mayo, ayy (Woo, woo, woo)
And she fuckin' if I say so, plus she suckin' if I say so and she love it if I say so
And we fuck 'em, we don't pay 'em (What?)
How the fuck I'm gon' buy if I don't pay 'em? (Yeah, nigga, yeah)
I'ma come a week later (Hah)
I'ma spread that pussy out like a acre (Acre)
She on the cover of Fader (Fader)
And she say it's my time like Flava (Flava)
Plus I ain't never went fishin', but I bait 'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah, nigga)