Rich Gang - Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Top floor type sh** Chandeliers with marble floors boy [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] My baby momma just put me on child support f** a warrant, I ain't going to court Don't care what them white folks say I just wanna 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** round with no followers Follow up on everything I do, ask my girl Call the cops I don't give a f**, I travel all around 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 truthful Come here all I want is you, aye 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 It's over, got good luck, four leaf clover If she wanna f**, tell her come over Thugga pulled up that's my brother Same mother different daddies riding in that caddy All black tint, you ain't seen this before None of my sh** rented, you ain't seen this before Tell me just what you spent, n***a I spent some more Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh Walked in with a new gun on me ya'll n***as thought I was playing Ya'll n***as out here think you selling coke, you selling can Thugga, my man, Birdman, my man Two words: Rich Gang, YSL Rich Gang Rich Homie for life aye Try anyone 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 game, no way [Verse 2: Young Thug] Thought I was gone until I walked in like the man of the year Got the endorsement with GTV ya'll n***as drinking beer When it come to Young Thug The young b**h jump like she was drinking deers Bottom of my car red I bang for real I, spend a lil 60 on act I drank for real I want Quan medication, he got pain pills But I need to see my girl to make my vein heal But I ain't never been in love I don't know how pain feel Do my thang all across the globe That's why I spend big banks on all my hoes I spend the largest bank on all my clothes That p**y wet she gotta dry it outdoors [Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] Hit it from the back she like (aye aye) All she know is (aye aye) Money to the ceiling like (aye aye) Thugga Thugga say (aye) If you got a problem than (ohh) Shooting guns like (ohh) Stupid ho like (ohh) Condo full of (hoes) I got stupid money in the that condo I just moved in boy I ain't even count it n***as think they on cause they in a rental car Everything on me and I own it Number one a shopping everything I see I can buy that sh** if I want it But everyday I wake up i'm tryna get my cake up With my Rich Homies [Outro: Birdman] Three Gs on the blaze n***a Millionaires boy Get ya game up n***a Living life like that boy Life it's no tomorrow ya heard me Rich Gang that fly sh** n***a Size up guarantee you gone lose Ice game so fly Drop a 50 on a n***a feet f** em Let your people wear your T-shirts n***a Lets roll