Ya Ya lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
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

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f*ck n*gga lookin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f*ck n*gga baby momma got a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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)
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f*ck n*gga lookin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f*ck n*gga baby momma got a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
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 f*ck n*ggas mad
You know I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout the sh*t that you had
And I don't wanna speak on the past, b*tch you can't sleep in my pad
All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me b*tch let's go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I don't need no b*tch 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, b*tch 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 muthaf*ckin' karats
I gotta have it I'm a muthaf*ckin' savage
Yeah yea
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f*ck n*gga lookin' like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f*ck n*gga baby momma got a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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