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[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 fuck nigga lookin' like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like Yeah yeah yea Offset rims on all my wheels got me ridin' 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 niggas servin' Yeah yeah yea Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty Yeah yeah yea Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin' Yeah yeah yea Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' 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 fuckin' with lil' Rob Before all the strippin', before the galore Before the galore I had millions and more Before the tour I had been ran it up Shakin' and shiverin' 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 nothin' don't do no braggin' Steal from me one time wrap him up and (?) Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom I fuck with Philly but I am the answer Just in first class boy I'm eatin' 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 fuck nigga lookin' like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like Yeah yeah yea Offset rims on all my wheels got me ridin' 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 niggas servin' Yeah yeah yea Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty Yeah yeah yea Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin' Yeah yeah yea Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] I put them bricks in the back I get 'em goin' that's a fact They know that I'm strapped I wanna sip on some Act When I pull up they say no he do that You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash You know all these fuck niggas mad You know I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout the shit that you had And I don't wanna speak on the past, bitch you can't sleep in my pad All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bitch let's go eat us some karats All of this money bring so many problems and I don't need no bitch naggin' And all of this money, man all of these problems All problems we gon' be revolvin', and if we revolvin' we gon' solve the problems And I don't really be cappin' The time to cap, bitch I'm 'bout the action When I pull up they gon' know ain't no askin' Pour up a four then we go and get active It 4 in the mornin', I'm up and I'm ready Gotta get full off them muthafuckin' karats I gotta have it I'm a muthafuckin' savage Yeah yea [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like Yeah yeah yea Offset rims on all my wheels got me ridin' 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 niggas servin' Yeah yeah yea Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty Yeah yeah yea Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin' Yeah yeah yea Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah