Rastafari

[Intro: Young Thug] Came a long way from the neighborhood And it's all good, mhm Thank you rastafari, you get lots of money And if you play there ain't nothin' fun Came from where if you tell, there ain't nothin' fun, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] Boogers in my ear, booger-boogers in my ears Boogers for her tears, I bought ice, I don't do well She say she don't fear so I put it in her rear Run into me then your lucky like a clover, Paul Pierce, uh Rich nigga shit, deli on the Perie Playfield in the shit, fuck around get buriеd Four wedding rings and I wasn't even marriеd Put that pussy on ice like it's fuckin' dairy [Refrain: Young Thug] We gettin' real money, baby We gettin' real money, darling We gettin' real money, baby We gettin' real money, darling, yeah We gettin' real money, darling We gettin' real money, darling [Chorus: Young Thug & Gunna] You should know I got way too much bodies to try to call, you should know I got way too many motherfuckin' vibes, you should know I'm puttin' frog eyes on all my tires, you should know I got the best size, I can't disguise, you should know [Verse 2: Young Thug] I got the chest way where she flyin', you should know I tint the window like I'm just that guy, you should know I took the top off like homicides, you should know I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' pies, move that dope You can call me racist 'cause if she ain't no bad bitch she ain't ever gettin' locked in Don't own a cabinet, way too many rocks in it Feel like a daddy, kids taught me the Milly Rock, yeah I came for the static, yeah, wet him up, no mop Money long as a caddy and I'm bangin' Red Socks Actavis and zest make my X's lean back Hammers on deck, you fuck around get detoxed Litty, litty, litty bitches singin' your songs Diamonds on and they clean, no Pine-Sol Mink on me, I'm 'bout to turn to King Kong Sink on me, I let it rain down my arm Hitters on me, they 'bout to bring back your charm I came straight from big bales, real long I can't think of no dubs, all hundreds I got thirty-two slugs, all of 'em, all of 'em All of 'em [Refrain: Young Thug, Gunna & Both] We gettin' to the money, darling We gettin' real money, baby We gettin' to the money, darling We gettin' to the money, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby [Verse 3: Young Thug] Every time I think about you I'm gon' text you Just because you said I call you way too much Take the rubber off and skeet it on your butt Mix with a couple races, shit, I guess we havin' mutts Soon as I got my money I buy her a bigger butt Get it back out the clutch, get it back out the slut Take it right out her mouth and then put it right in her butt Take it out the saran and then hide it right in the cut Trappin' out the store, I got my bomb in the woods Rob 'em broad day and give it back to his hood Every game I attend I sit my ass on the wood I don't do vacations, let's get this understood 'Bout to bring back segregation, fifty thou' in the book Leave a pussy nigga naked, fifty thou' to the crook She don't wan' be friends with y'all, she just watchin' me cook I got my eyes on your barbie and she helpin' me look [Outro: Young Thug, Gunna & Both] Feeling like a Wu-Tang You can be my boo thing I'm livin' like a Wu-Tang, yeah You can be my boo thing Came a long way from the neighborhood and it's all good