Rich Homie Quan - Ya Ya lyrics

(Intro – Rich Homie Quan) Wooh! Lucci with me Quan with me Yeaah! Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that? I’mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that (Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci) Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like Yeah yeah yea Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like Yeah yeah yea Two-seater, is that yo baby momma with me Yeah yeah yea Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving Yeah yeah yea Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty Yeah yeah yea Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving Yeah yeah yea Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah (Verse 1 – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci) I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore I was in Houston f**king with lil Rob Before all the stripping, before the galore Before the galore I had millions and more Before the tour I had been ran it up Shaking and shivering when I went to court Take it or give it but I want it all, I want it all I’mma take it all, she know I’m gon do it, I want it all Tryna get me a hundred million before I go, I want it all Yeah I want it all Rich homie baby! Hold up, wait, stop it, hey! I want it all like I never had it Never had nothing don’t do no bragging Steal from me one time wrap him up and Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom I f**k with Philly but I am the answer Just in first cla** boy I’m eating bananas Ooh, ooh, yea Ay Quan tell em what you got on you (Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci) Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like Yeah yeah yea Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like Yeah yeah yea Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me Yeah yeah yea Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving Yeah yeah yea Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty Yeah yeah yea Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving Yeah yeah yea Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah (Verse 2 – YFN Lucci) I put them bricks in the back I get em going that’s a fact They know that I’m strapped I wanna sip on some Act When I pull up they say no he can go back You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash You know all these f**k ni**as mad You know I don’t wanna hear nothing bout the sh** that you had And I don’t wanna speak on the past, bi**h you can’t sleep in my pad All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bi**h let’s go eat us some karats All of this money bring so many problems and I don’t need no bi**h na**ing And all of this money, man all of these problems All problems we gon be revolving, and if we revolving we gon solve the problems And I don’t really be capping The time to cap, bi**h I’m bout the action When I pull up they gon know ain’t no asking Pour up a four then we go and get active It 4 in the morning, I’m up and I’m ready Gotta get full off them muthaf**king karats I gotta have it I’m a muthaf**king savage (Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci) Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like Yeah yeah yea Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like Yeah yeah yea Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me Yeah yeah yea Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving Yeah yeah yea Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty Yeah yeah yea Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving Yeah yeah yea Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah Yeah yea