Tell Em (Lies)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]

Ooh

(Rich Gang)

Ayy

Ooh (Yeah)

Ayy (Ayy)

(London on da Track, bitch)

Ooh (Yeah)

Ayy (Hahahahaha)

Ooh

(London on da track, bitch)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]

What you tell 'em, Thugger? (Woo)

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip (And what?)

I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt (Gah, gah)

Baby girl spoiled, she spoiled-er than milk

And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip

She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well

Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt

She just want me to keep them lies all to myself

And she gon' help me like she Santa elves (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]

She gon' look over these bitches like terms and conditions (And what?)

I'ma move her out the trenches and buy her a Bentley (And what?)

I'ma fuck her, then hold onto her like she gon' miss me (And what?)

I'ma pull on that wavy hair 'cause it's Indian Remy (Swoo)

I grab the keys, she wanna ride with me (Skrrt)

She tied the knot so she can die with me (And what?)

She say she can do the same thing as five bitches (So what you do?)

So I went and fired them five bitches (Damn)

She the B-E-S-T, best (She the best, she the best)

She ride me, two-hundred on that pussy like a T-Rex (Better than the rest)

I won't stop loving her, no way, no way, I'ma invest (Swear 'fore God, I'ma invest)

In her

[Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]

What you tell 'em, Thugger? (Woo)

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip (And what?)

I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt (Gah, gah)

Baby girl spoiled, she spoiled-er than milk

And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip

She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well

Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt

She just want me to keep them lies all to myself

And she gon' help me like she Santa elves (Woo)

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

Ayy, I had to hit her from the back, then dip up out it (Hey)

I don't know what it is, but it's something about her (Ooh)

When she around, she do something to me, I can't doubt it (Ayy)

I don't know what it is, but it's some' 'bout her

Shawty got me fucked up, blowin' O's, no Audi (Skrrt)

Her ex nigga, he fucked up, and I don't give no fuck about him (Nah)

But I'll do whatever when it come down to shawty (Yeah)

The feds askin' questions, I don't know shit about it

It's something 'bout lil' shawty that I can't put my finger on (I can't)

It's something 'bout lil' shawty, she'd rather text, she don't be on phones (Nope)

It's something 'bout lil' shawty sex that got Rich Homie gone (Hahaha)

Shawty the best in my eyes and I know (I do)

She don't do fashion and she don't even go outdoors (Nuh-uh)

Before she was ready you already knew I know (I swear)

Shawty made me sick, I'm feeling like I got a cold

Can't forget about my bro

[Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]

What you tell 'em, Thugger? (Woo)

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip (And what?)

I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt (Gah, gah)

Baby girl spoiled, she spoiled-er than milk

And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip

She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well

Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt

She just want me to keep them lies all to myself

And she gon' help me like she Santa elves (Ayy, woo, ayy)

[Bridge: Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug & Both]

It's something about her, Thug, it's something 'bout her (What it be?)

She got my life, I don't want no one to rob her (Don't take it)

Not Young Scooter, but all she know is count up (She counting, ayy)

I'm on her front end like a fucking blouse-uh (Big B)

I'm on her head like a fuckin' bount'-uh (Yeah)

No hunger (And what?)

But I'ma eat her like I'm hungry at Benihanas (Woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip (And what?)

I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt (Gah, gah)

Baby girl spoiled, she spoiled-er than milk

And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip

She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well

Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt

She just want me to keep them lies all to myself

And she gon' help me like she Santa elves (Woo)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

(Rich Gang)

(Rich Gang)

(London on da Track, bitch)

Money, power, respect

Rich Gang, this the tape, this Tha Tour

We the streets, we the best

Rich Homie Quan, Young Thugger, Birdman Stunna

You know what it is, Rich Gang