Aye

[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)