[Intro: Birdman]
Top floor type sh**
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
My baby momma just put me on child support
f** a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't care what them white folks say I just wanna see my lil boy
Go to school, be a man and sign up for college boy
Don't be a fool, be a man, what you think that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't f** round with no followers
Follow up on everything I do, ask my girl
Call the cops I don't give a f**, I travel all around the world
Wake up, too late for breakfast, I need a lunch meal
My producer cut hoes off, Dun Deal
I'm real, I'm Quan all I speak is truthful
Come here all I want is you, aye
Pull up , put it on me, baby girl bring it to me now
I'm just tryna get in, then work my way out
I don't care who you came with but you leaving with me
For the rest of the night
It's over, got good luck, four leaf clover
If she wanna f**, tell her come over
Thugga pulled up that's my brother
Same mother different daddies riding in that caddy
All black tint, you ain't seen this before
None of my sh** rented, you ain't seen this before
Tell me just what you spent, n***a I spent some more
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
Walked in with a new gun on me ya'll n***as thought I was playing
Ya'll n***as out here think you selling coke, you selling can
Thugga, my man, Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang, YSL Rich Gang
Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life
Play with these big dogs better have your phone call it a night
I don't play no game, no way
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Thought I was gone until I walked in like the man of the year
Got the endorsement with GTV ya'll n***as drinking beer
When it come to Young Thug
The young b**h jump like she was drinking deers
Bottom of my car red I bang for real
I, spend a lil 60 on act I drank for real
I want Quan medication, he got pain pills
But I need to see my girl to make my vein heal
But I ain't never been in love I don't know how pain feel
Do my thang all across the globe
That's why I spend big banks on all my hoes
I spend the largest bank on all my clothes
That p**y wet she gotta dry it outdoors
[Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Hit it from the back she like (aye aye)
All she know is (aye aye)
Money to the ceiling like (aye aye)
Thugga Thugga say (aye)
If you got a problem than (ohh)
Shooting guns like (ohh)
Stupid ho like (ohh)
Condo full of (hoes)
I got stupid money in the that condo
I just moved in boy I ain't even count it
n***as think they on cause they in a rental car
Everything on me and I own it
Number one a shopping everything I see
I can buy that sh** if I want it
But everyday I wake up i'm tryna get my cake up
With my Rich Homies
[Outro: Birdman]
Three Gs on the blaze n***a
Millionaires boy
Get ya game up n***a
Living life like that boy
Life it's no tomorrow ya heard me
Rich Gang that fly sh** n***a
Size up guarantee you gone lose
Ice game so fly
Drop a 50 on a n***a feet
f** em
Let your people wear your T-shirts n***a
Lets roll