Super Mario - 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 [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] Money stuffed in these pockets got a f** n***a lookin' like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a f** n***a baby momma got a n***a feelin' like Yeah yeah yea Offset rips on all my wood 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***as 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**in' 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** with Philly but I am the answer Just in first cla** boy I'm eatin' bananas Ooh, ooh, yea (Ay Quan tell 'em what you got on you) [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] Money stuffed in these pockets got a f** n***a lookin' like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a f** n***a baby momma got a n***a feelin' like Yeah yeah yea Offset rips on all my wood 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***as 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 can go back You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash You know all these f** n***as mad You know I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout the sh** that you had And I don't wanna speak on the past, b**h you can't sleep in my pad All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me b**h let's go eat us some karats All of this money bring so many problems and I don't need no b**h 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**h 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**in' karats I gotta have it I'm a muthaf**in' savage Yeah yea [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] Money stuffed in these pockets got a f** n***a lookin' like Yeah yeah yea Pull up on a f** n***a baby momma got a n***a feelin' like Yeah yeah yea Offset rips on all my wood 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***as 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