Freestyle

[Intro: Birdman & Young Thug]

(Ayy, yeah) Yeah

You under-dig, nigga?

Top floor type shit (Yeah)

Chandeliers with marble floors, boy

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]

My baby mama just put me on child support

Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court

Don't care what them white folks say, I just wanna see my lil' boy

Go to school, be a man and sign up for college, boy

Don't be a fool, be a man, what you think that knowledge for?

She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her

Lead by example, I don't fuck 'round with no followers

Follow up on everything I do, ask my girl

Call the cops, I don't give a fuck, I travel all 'round the world

Wake up too late for breakfast, I need a lunch meal

My producer cut hoes off, done deal

I'm real, I'm Quan, all I speak is truth, ooh

Come here, all I want is you

Ayy, pull up, put it on me, baby girl, bring it to me, now

I'm just tryna get in, then work my way out

I don't care who you came with, but you leavin' with me for the rest of the night

It's over, got good luck, four-leaf clover

If she wanna fuck, tell her, "Come over"

Thugger pulled up, that's my brother

Same mother, different daddy

Ridin' in that Caddy

All-black tint, you ain't seen this before

None of my shit rented, you ain't seen this before

"Tell me just what you spent," nigga, I spent some more (Hahahaha)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Walked in with a new gun on me, y'all niggas thought I was playin'

Y'all niggas out here think you sellin' coke, you sellin' can

Thugger my man, Birdman my man

Two words, Rich Gang

YSL, Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life, ayy

Try any one of us, you'll lose your life

Play with these big dogs, better have your phone, call it a night

I don't play no games, no way, Thugger

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Psh, thought I was gone until I walked in like the man of the year

Got a endorsement with GTV, y'all niggas drinkin' beers

When it come to Young Thug, the young bitch jump like she was drinkin' this

Bottom of my cup red, I bang for real

I spent a lil' sixty on Act', I drink for real

I want Quan medication, he got pain pills

But I need to see my girl to make my pain heal

But I ain't never been in love, I don't know how pain feel, hey

Do my thing all across the globe

That's why I spend big banks on all my hoes

I– I– I spend the largest bank on all my clothes

That pussy so wet she gotta dry it outdoors, Quan

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]

Hit her from the back, she like– (Ayy)

All she know is– (Ayy)

Money to the ceilin' like– (Ayy)

Thugger Thugger, say, "Ayy"

If you got a problem, then– (Oh)

Shootin' guns like– (Oh)

Stupid ho like– (Oh)

Condo full of– (Hoes)

I got stupid money at the condo

I just moved in, boy, I ain't even count it (What?)

Niggas think they on 'cause they in a rental car

Everything on me and I own it (Woo)

Number one at shoppin' everything I see

I can buy that shit if I want it

And every day I wake up, I'm tryna get my cake up with all of my rich homies

[Outro: Birdman & Young Thug]

Three G's on the blades, nigga (Ayy, yeah)

Millionaires, boy

Get your game up, nigga

Living life like that, boy (Yeah)

Like it's no tomorrow, you heard?

Rich Gang, that fly shit, nigga

Size us up, guarantee you gon' lose, you heard?

Ice game so fly

Drop a fifty on a nigga feet, fuck 'em

Let your people wear your T-shirts, nigga

Let's roll