Rich Homie Quan feat. YFN Lucci – Ya Ya Lyrics

Rich Homie Quan feat. YFN Lucci – Ya Ya Lyrics

(Intro – Rich Homie Quan)
Wooh!
Lucci with me
Quan with me
Yeaah!
Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that?
I’mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 1 – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston f**king with lil Rob
Before all the stripping, before the galore
Before the galore I had millions and more
Before the tour I had been ran it up
Shaking and shivering when I went to court
Take it or give it but I want it all, I want it all
I’mma take it all, she know I’m gon do it, I want it all
Tryna get me a hundred million before I go, I want it all
Yeah I want it all
Rich homie baby!
Hold up, wait, stop it, hey!
I want it all like I never had it
Never had nothing don’t do no bragging
Steal from me one time wrap him up and
Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I f**k with Philly but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I’m eating bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
Ay Quan tell em what you got on you

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 2 – YFN Lucci)
I put them bricks in the back
I get em going that’s a fact
They know that I’m strapped
I wanna sip on some Act
When I pull up they say no he can go back
You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash
You know all these f**k ni**as mad
You know I don’t wanna hear nothing bout the shit that you had
And I don’t wanna speak on the past, bi**h you can’t sleep in my pad
All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bi**h let’s go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I don’t need no bi**h na**ing
And all of this money, man all of these problems
All problems we gon be revolving, and if we revolving we gon solve the problems
And I don’t really be capping
The time to cap, bi**h I’m bout the action
When I pull up they gon know ain’t no asking
Pour up a four then we go and get active
It 4 in the morning, I’m up and I’m ready
Gotta get full off them muthaf**king karats
I gotta have it I’m a muthaf**king savage

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah
Yeah yea

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