[Produced by Dun Deal]
[Intro: Birdman]
That Rich Gang lifestyle
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers
Big money n***a take the jet
L.A. hit the bity boolin' in the bondo
With a few b**hes and they go to trippin'
Drankin' that GTV, that tequila
Smokin' them stunna blunts (them big dawgs)
n***a we neva hungover
Poppin' bigger numbers with my n***as, straight B's only
Shout out to my love, my blood, my team
My gang, my family, and n***a ya know what we bleed
(You know what we bleed) 404, 305, 504
What's poppin', n***a? B-house of dank, put it in the air
This that YSL, Rich Gang, RHQ, YMCMB sh**
Big B's with a few C's, PeeWee, what's poppin', n***a?
Bankroll mafia; Hot Beezle, what's brackin', n***a?
The p**y outta line, the p**y get they head bust, ya dig?
B-Loc and Bentley, y'all know the business
It's B Slime or G5, rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy
(Rich Gang, Rich Gang)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, fo sure, fo sure
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, fo sure, fo sure
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
And that is fo sure, it's fo sure
[Post-Hook: Young Thug]
Tell a n***a, would ya ride fo a n***a, baby?
Would ya die fo a n***a, baby?
Baby girl, would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby?
Would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby?
Aye, baby girl, what'cha know, what'cha know bout that?
What'cha know bout that? Ya don't know that
Baby girl, what'cha know bout that, bout that?
What'cha know bout that? You don't know nothing
(She don't know it, she don't know it)
[Verse: Young Thug]
Work comin' in any day or later
Eat her candy, Now and Later
I ain't through baby buying acres (Rich Gang)
(Racks racks!) Almost done
Lemme put somethin inside of ya stomach
Lemme put sum' right up under ya lungs
Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds
I know all you wanna do is have fun
I put my heart inside yo pocket, you can't break it
I told you I love you to d**h, neva dissed you not once
You my twin, yeah you my twin
Baby, let's stay together
You know you can neva ditch me, baby, you know betta
You know I look at ya like gold, you my future trophy
She know she got my heart, she say do it, I jump like Tarzan
Drugs don't stop, you know I can't stop
Baby don't press charges, she know that I'm on the block
When she pull up, she can't go back, she gon' stop
She ain't know what time it was 'til I bought her first clock
Rolex, spend $1,000 on a flock, no Wacka
And you know I'm comin' back like Dem Boyz, no Shop
Loading up a Glock, take shots
I got Jays on a flava, flava watch
Billidybop, pull up shootin' buck shots (TOP NOTCH!)
Yeah, they watch me like a f**in cable box
b**hes wanna f** me and they also on my top
Mama told me neva give tops outside the shop
Pull up on yo girl, I'm lurkin' like a cop
p**y n***a play, I'ma BEAT them like a BOX
Hey, I'm the President, baby, blacker BARACK!
30's on the Chevy, my n***a, plus it's a box
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by FOX
Split that money up in eight ways like I'm an octopus
On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked outta COLLEGE!
All I bleed is red but n***a, but I'm not stoppin' sh** (red light)
Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my homages
Hoppin' out on Bleveland I pour up straight out the pharmacy
p**y n***a scared to say it, I got 'em hummin' sh**
Lil b**h, you know I'm really thuggin' like Bones & Harmony
(Rich Gang) I can never... (be you)
I'm an animal, you know I got stamina
If a n***a ever got robbed, b**h I'm the manager
And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton
Lil momma don't go, keep it stompin', I want that cameltoe
Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us an ammo show
Lead through the front door with that tec, take it out the back door
Bags in this b**h, so many bags like where the racks go?
[Hook]
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, for real
Don't act like ya don't know when you know that you know, for real
Even when I'm laying down baby I'm keeping it tucked, for real
Swear to God when you play with just one of these bullets, you k**
[Post-Hook]
Tell a n***a, would ya ride fo a n***a, baby?
Would ya die fo a n***a, baby?
Baby girl, would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby?
Would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby?
Aye, baby girl, what'cha know, what'cha know bout that?
What'cha know bout that? Ya don't know that
Baby girl, what'cha know bout that, bout that?
What'cha know bout that? You don't know nothing
(She don't know it, she don't know it)