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