Freestyle lyrics

by

Yung Ralph


[Intro: Birdman & Young Thug]
Yeah
Yeah, you under-dig, n*gga?
Top floor-type sh*t (Rich girl)
Yeah
Chandeliers with marble floors, boy

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan & Birdman]
My baby mama just put me on child support
f*ck 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 f*ck 'round with no followers
Follow up on everything I do, ask my girl
Call the cops, I don't give a f*ck, 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 f*ck, 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 sh*t rented, you ain't seen this before
"Tell me just what you spent"
n*gga, I spent some more (Rich Gang)
Hahaha, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Walked in with a new gun on me
Y'all n*ggas thought I was playing
Y'all n*ggas 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!
[Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman]
Tchh!
Thought I was gone until I walked in like the man of the year
Got an endorsement with GTV, y'all n*ggas drinking beers
When it come to Young Thug, the young b*tch drunk like she was drinking beers
Bottom of my cup 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 pus*y so wet, she gotta dry it outdoors
Quan—

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
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?)
n*ggas 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 sh*t if I want it
But every day I wake up, I'm tryna get my cake up
With all of my rich homies
[Outro: Birdman & Young Thug]
Yeah
Three G's on the blades, n*gga (Rich Gang)
Millionaires, boy
Get your game up, n*gga
Living life like that, boy
Yeah
Like it's no tomorrow, you heard?
Rich Gang, that fly sh*t, n*gga
Size us up, guarantee you gon' lose, you heard?
Ice game so fly
Drop a fifty on a n*gga feet
f*ck 'em
Let your people wear your T-shirts, n*gga (Rich Gang)
Let's roll
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