Lyrics Aye - Rich Homie Quan

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