Migos, Rich Homie Quan - YRH lyrics

Chasing the cheese macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell yo' bitch we
Some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell yo' bitch we
Some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we
Some young rich homies

Okay, now all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and Migos we mobbin'
I'm like all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
No Master P but we 'bout it
Say all my niggas violent



No Master P but I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Tell your bitch we the young rich homies
Better slow your roll jabroni
Run up on the block they shoot somethin'
Walking around with that that Tommy gun
Young niggas in the hood
Love the molly Santan when they pop it
They'll chew it like some bubble gum
Can't fuck with the plug
That nigga be taxin'
So I had to make a mission
Like the famous Jett Jackson
Got all these pocket rockets on my body
Lookin like a young nigga got go go gadgets
Look at your bitch and she ratchet
Still beat the pot up like Cassius
Make the work disappear like magic
Hit the plug in China town
Order up another package

Okay, now all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and Migos we mobbin'
I'm like all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
No Master P but we 'bout it
Say all my niggas violent

Chasing the cheese macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell yo' bitch we
Some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell yo' bitch we
Some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we
Some young rich homies

Okay, now all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and Migos we mobbin'
I'm like all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
No Master P but we 'bout it
Say all my niggas violent

Young, rich and we ruthless
Wipe me down, no Boosie
Blue diamonds, no Tookie
I got J's, nigga, like Pookie
I'm cookin' whipping them dueces
Steven Spielberg, make movies
You smoking on that boatweed and
We smoking on them cookies
Woke up in a mansion
But I went to sleep in them trenches
Started off in them Honda Accords now
Im riding in them Bentleys
Your bitch fuck with a young nigga
I'm dunking her like Timothy
Them bullets just like Ritalin
Make a nigga calm down instantly

Ask your mama, ask your bitch
I grab the fork and I cook up a brick
I grab the pint and I pour up six
(I’m pouring it)
Actavis, I don’t do Qualitest (Lean)
Lettuce and cabbage and broccoli (Cash)
I’m cooking up catfish, tilapia
(Fishes) , and I got flounders
Got yo bitch fucking on camera (Smash)
Hell nah we don’t fuck wit no phonies
And you can tell yo bitch
We some young rich homies (Your bitch)
Just left my jeweler
So much ice on my neck got pneumonia
Guisepppe stepper, Christian Lubuiton’s
And Maison Margiela
(The stove hot the block hot middle
Of the summer wearing leather)

Chasing the cheese macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell yo' bitch we
Some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell yo' bitch we
Some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we
Some young rich homies

Okay, nw all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and Migos we mobbin'
I'm like all my niggas violent
All my niggas violent
No Master P but we 'bout it
Say all my niggas violent