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[Hook: Quavo] Chasing the cheese macaroni Keep the pocket rocket on me Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies Young rich homies, young rich homies You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies Young rich homies, young rich homies You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies [Bridge: Rich Homie Quan] Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent We ain't even sign no deal yet, me and Migos we mobbin Im like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent No Master P but we bout it Say all my niggas violent [Verse 1: Quavo] No Master P but I'm bout it, bout it Tell your bitch we the young rich homies Better slow your roll jabroni Run up on the block they shoot some Walking around with that that tommy gun Young niggas in the hood love the molly santan When they pop it , they'll chew it like some bubble gum Can't fuck with the plug , that nigga be taxin So I had to make a mission like the famous Jett Jackson Got all these pocket rockets on my body Lookin like a young nigga got go go gadgets Look at yo bitch n' she ratchet Still beat the pot up like Cassius Make the work disappear like magic Hit the plug in China town, order up another package [Bridge: Rich Homie Quan] Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent We ain't even sign no deal yet, me and Migos we mobbin Im like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent No Master P but we bout it Say all my niggas violent [Hook: Quavo] Chasing the cheese macaroni Keep the pocket rocket on me Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies Young rich homies, young rich homies You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies Young rich homies, young rich homies You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies [Bridge: Rich Homie Quan] Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent We ain't even sign no deal yet, me and Migos we mobbin Im like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent No Master P but we bout it Say all my niggas violent [Verse 2: Offset] Young, rich and we ruthless Wipe me down, no Boosie Blue diamonds, no Tookie I got J's nigga, like Pookie I'm cookin whipping them dueces Steven Spielberg, make movies You smoking on that boatweed and we smoking on them cookies Woke up in a mansion, but I went to sleep in them trenches Started off in them Honda Accords now Im riding in them Bentleys Yo bitch fuck with a young nigga, Im dunking her like Timothy Them bullets just like Ritalin, make a nigga calm down instantly [Verse 3: Takeoff] Ask yo mama! Ask yo bitch! I grab the fork and I cook up a brick I grab the pint and I pour up 6 (I’m pouring it!) Actavis, I don’t do quality (Lean) Lettuce and cabbage and broccoli (Cash!) I’m cooking up catfish, tilapia, (fishes!), and I got flounders Got yo bitch fucking on camera (Smash!) Hell nah we don’t fuck wit no phonies And you can tell yo bitch we some young rich homies (yo bitch!!) Just left my jeweler, so much ice on my neck got pneumonia Guisepppe stepper, Christian Lubuiton’s, and Maison Margiela (The stove hot the block hot middle of the summer wearing leather!) [Hook: Quavo] Chasing the cheese macaroni Keep the pocket rocket on me Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies Young rich homies, young rich homies You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies Young rich homies, young rich homies You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies