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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 [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 2: Young Thug] I add mud with the soda, I drink lean, never sober We live life like Morgan Freeman, Quan leanin' on my shoulder Ooh, you niggas still green like a soldier I need me two like I'm pokin' At the concert, show 'em you clap it like Magnolia Ooh, you need to show 'em you the best at what you do (Turn up, turn up) I just took off, I'm on a mountain, girl, no Dew (Turn up, turn up) Ooh, she said she wanna party (What?) Young Quan voice, I leave these bitches with no choice I don't eat pork, I drink Smartwater like a dork (Woo) I'm not blowin' my money, lil' nigga, I'm not Scott Storch (Woo) Bought a bitch a Birkin bag, inside it was a Yorkie (Woo) You lil' niggas can't afford it, hey [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)