Rich Homie Quan Aye song lyrics

Thugger Thugger, my brother, brother

These niggas in trouble, troubleYou green as a soldier, I cashed out, it ain't stolen

Heyyy, got that gold Rollie poly

On my wrist, I can tote it, with my wrist I can roll it

Heyyy, that pistol stay fully loaded

I take your necklace, then sport it, I got your bitch, she all on it

Heyyy

Ooh, ooh, oohooh, Heyy

Ooh, ooh, oohooh, HeyyyeahI walked in with a 40I talk nothin' but money, YSL the richhomies

I put that old school on buttons

Don't come if you ain't fuckin', fuck nigga, no I can't trust him

Lil Scrappy, yo head, I bust it

I was trappin', I couldn't get busted

Had packages on them buses, I'm rappin', I came from nothin'

I got 'em like, "

What, what?

Aye"

Money on your head, nigga so don't play

With who?

With me, I stay with a Glock, 40 G, every day

Thugger still ridin' with the chop

Red on the beam, won't stop me from shooting youI add mud with the soda, I drink lean, never sober

We lean like Morgan Freeman, Quan leanin' on my shoulder

Ooh you niggas still green like a soldier

I need me two like I'm poking

Out at the concert, show 'em you clap it like Magnolia

Ooh you need to show 'em you're the best at what you do

I just took off, I'm on a mountain, girl no dew

Ooh, said she wanna party

Young Quan voice, I leave these bitches with no choice

I don't eat pork, I drink Smart

Water like a dork

I'm not blowin' my money, lil' nigga, I'm not Scott Storch

Bought a bitch a Birkin bag, inside it was a Yorkie

You lil' nigga can't afford it