Flava

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Rich Gang) Yeah, yeah, yeah Thugga Thugga my brother, Thugga Thugga my brother Quan! (We got London on the track) [Hook: Young Thug] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay And the bitch, ya know they fuckin and they suckin When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she fuckin' if I say so, plus she suckin' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we fuck 'em, we don't pay 'em How the fuck we gon’ buy if we don’t pay 'em? I’ma come a week later I’ma spread that pussy out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it’s my time like Flava Plus she know I ain’t fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah, got the chopper with the Mac In the back with the stacks, nigga pull up in a new car Long nose bout the flow nigga Pull up out the door nigga, fuck and get a murder show Been a hunter and a gunna and a stunna Nigga get money representin’ uptown Big B’s with a few C’s For the money it'll be your own people on ya (action) Big mansion with the OV Backyard with the young nigga, lowkey Five stars, nigga, ball like a real G New cars, nigga, serve it like it’s 10 a key Got a mill in em bitches Fuckin’ niggas bitches, iced out, fully loaded 100 mills still flippin Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow Hot nigga, don’t stop Big money nigga gon’ pop One stop, get yo life took Big money, bitches gon look Flashy classy For the money we dashing Fuck em, pass em How we did it outlast em [Hook: Young Thug & Rich Home Quan] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay And the bitch, ya know they fuckin and they suckin When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she fuckin' if I say so, plus she suckin' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we fuck 'em, we don't pay 'em How the fuck we gon’ buy if we don’t pay 'em? I’ma come a week later I’ma spread that pussy out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it’s my time like Flava Plus she know I ain’t fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Tell the bitch I’m comin’ over 3 AM So she betta have her muthafuckin’ clothes off (what?) One of me, three of them And ya know that I’m a pimp just booted up, I ain’t bout to doze off Lil nigga, you a shrimp walking' with a limp I ain’t have to say a word the bitch took her clothes off Love shit to make me sleepy, love Xan, love percocet All these drugs got me throwed off I love my bitch, I can’t go without her I'mma give her my seed, no sunflower I got strong genes, my little boy look just like me I ain’t tryna be with your woman, I one night her Pulled up with that nigga bitch in the car Now her baby daddy wanna fight me That pump, man, make him jump, man You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike I’m every little kid’s idol, got more verses than the Bible The lifestyle I live here priceless Pull up on yo ass like a diaper Grippin on my nuts like Michael I see shit before it happen like a psychic Get yo bitch, don’t want that broke ho around me And me and Thug still on the run so fuck yo bounty I love my girl so much, that money, I let her count it (Thugga, tell 'em) [Hook: Young Thug] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay And the bitch, ya know they fuckin and they suckin When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she fuckin' if I say so, plus she suckin' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we fuck 'em, we don't pay 'em How the fuck we gon’ buy if we don’t pay 'em? I’ma come a week later I’ma spread that pussy out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it’s my time like Flava Plus she know I ain’t fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava [Verse 3: Young Thug] Call yo bitch and tell her I need some mechanical Plus she make me stand out like a ruler Even though I don’t got all my strolls I’mma pull up on lil momma with the doors off I’mma treat myself and buy myself a rollie Then I walk into a party full of cougars This just might be an interesting white-t Yeah nigga, this a crew cut Crew cut, momma say yo crew cut On that GT, pop for me oooh-ee And she come and let me ride like Uber Then I teach lil momma how to ride it smoother Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh Parallel, I fuck her right by the Buddha Baby, all on my Insta no -tution Hate leavin’ me when she go to school Kendrick, I’mma dive in it Got a ride round with me, make it play Make her feel like I got tires in it And I'm sorry I was seein’ yo lady Fuck bitch, don't ever tryna play me Bruh I’m sorry I was feedin’ yo baby FIrst time seen a real nigga make it Sittin at the top, I’m bored no neighbor (Thugga, tell 'em) [Hook: Young Thug] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay And the bitch, ya know they fuckin and they suckin When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she fuckin' if I say so, plus she suckin' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we fuck 'em, we don't pay 'em How the fuck we gon’ buy if we don’t pay 'em? I’ma come a week later I’ma spread that pussy out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it’s my time like Flava Plus she know I ain’t fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava