Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan, Birdman - Freestyle (RG) lyrics

[Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan, Birdman - Freestyle RG lyrics]

Yeah yeah, you under-dig, nigga?
Top floor-type shit (Rich girl) yeah
Chandeliers with marble floors, boy

My baby mama just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't care what them white folks say
I just wan' see my lil' boy
Go to school, be a man
And sign up for college, boy
Don't be a fool, be a man
What you think that knowledge for?
She dissed me in high school
No reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example
I don't fuck 'round with no followers
Follow up on everything I do, ask my girl
Call the cops, I don't give a fuck
I travel all 'round the world
Wake up too late for breakfast
I need a lunch meal
My producer cut hoes off: Dun Deal
I'm real, I'm Quan, all I speak is truth, ooh
Come here, all I want is you, ayy
Pull up, put it on me, baby
Girl, bring it to me, now
I'm just tryna get in, then work my way out
I don't care who you came with
But you leaving with me for
The rest of the night (Rich girl)
It's over, got good luck, four leaf clover
If she wanna fuck, tell her, "Come over"
Thugger pulled up, that's my brother
Same mother, different daddy
Riding in that Caddy
All-black tint, you ain't seen this before
None of my shit rented
You ain't seen this before
"Tell me just what you spent"
Nigga, I spent some more (Rich Gang)
Hahaha, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Walked in with a new gun on me
Y'all niggas thought I was playing
Y'all niggas out here think you selling Coke
You selling can
Thugger my man, Birdman my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL, Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life, ayy
Try any one of us, you'll lose your life
Play with these big dogs
Better have your phone, call it a night
I don't play no games, no way thugger!

Tchh! Thought I was gone until I walked in
Like the man of the year
Got an endorsement with GTV
Y'all niggas drinking beers
When it come to Young Thug
The young bitch drunk like
She was drinking beers
Bottom of my car red, I bang for real
I spent a lil' sixty on Ac', I drink for real
I want Quan medication, he got pain pills
But I need to see my girl
To make my pain heal
But I ain't never been in love
I don't know how pain feel, ayy
(Rich Gang) do my thing all across the globe
That's why I spend big banks on all my hoes
(Rich girl) i, I
I spend the largest bank on all my clothes
That pussy so wet, she gotta dry it outdoors
Quan

Hit it from the back, she like, "Ayy"
All she know is "Ayy"
Money to the ceiling like, "Ayy"
Thugger Thugger say "Ayy"
If you got a problem, then "Ooh"
Shootin' guns like "Ooh"
Stupid hoe like "Ooh" condo full of hoes
I got stupid money at the condo, boy
I just moved in
Boy, I ain't even count it (What?)
Niggas think they on 'cause they
In a rental car
Everything on me, and I own it (Woo)
Number one at shopping everything I see
I can buy that shit if I want it
But every day I wake up
I'm tryna get my cake up
With all of my rich homies

Yeah
Three G's on the blades, nigga (Rich Gang)
Millionaires, boy get your game up, nigga
Living life like that, boy yeah
Like it's no tomorrow, you heard?
Rich Gang, that fly shit, nigga
Size us up, guarantee you gon' lose
You heard? Ice game so fly
Drop a fifty on a nigga feet fuck 'em
Let your people wear your T-shirts, nigga
(Rich Gang) let's roll

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