Rich Homie Quan, YFN Lucci - Ya Ya lyrics

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

Money stuffed in these pockets got
A fuck nigga lookin' like yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby
Momma got a nigga feelin' like yeah yeah yea
Offset rims on all my wheels
Got me ridin' 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 niggas servin' yeah yeah yea
Totin' on me and the juice on me
Man you know I'm ridin' dirty yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V
Can't be doin' no swervin' yeah yeah yea


Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

I get that money for sure
Money stacked up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston fuckin' with lil' Rob
Before all the strippin', before the galore
Before the galore I had millions and more
Before the tour I had been ran it up
Shakin' and shiverin' 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 nothin' don't do no braggin'
Steal from me one time wrap him up and
Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I fuck with Philly but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I'm eatin' bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
(Ay Quan tell 'em what you got on you)

Money stuffed in these pockets got
A fuck nigga lookin' like yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby
Momma got a nigga feelin' like yeah yeah yea
Offset rims on all my wheels
Got me ridin' 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 niggas servin' yeah yeah yea
Totin' on me and the juice on me
Man you know I'm ridin' dirty yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V
Can't be doin' no swervin' yeah yeah yea
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah

I put them bricks in the back
I get 'em goin' that's a fact
They know that I'm strapped
I wanna sip on some Act
When I pull up they say no he do that
You know I pay cash
You know I got 2 on the dash
You know all these fuck niggas mad
You know I don't wanna hear nothin'
'bout the shit that you had
And I don't wanna speak on the past
Bitch you can't sleep in my pad
All of this ice on me
All of this ice on me bitch
Let's go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems
And I don't need no bitch naggin'
And all of this money
Man all of these problems
All problems we gon' be revolvin'
And if we revolvin' we
Gon' solve the problems
And I don't really be cappin'
The time to cap, bitch I'm 'bout the action
When I pull up they gon' know ain't no askin'
Pour up a four then we go and get active
It 4 in the mornin', I'm up and I'm ready
Gotta get full off them muthafuckin' karats
I gotta have it I'm a muthafuckin' savage
Yeah yea

Money stuffed in these pockets got
A fuck nigga lookin' like yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby
Momma got a nigga feelin' like yeah yeah yea
Offset rims on all my wheels
Got me ridin' 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 niggas servin' yeah yeah yea
Totin' on me and the juice on me
Man you know I'm ridin' dirty yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V
Can't be doin' no swervin' yeah yeah yea
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah