Up Up and Away

[Intro: Birdman] Another day, boy, another couple of dollars. Money with this power. Rich Gang, nigga. My young niggas. Big money poppin', boy. Put that on blood, nigga [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] New draws, these polo This two seater ridin' solo I got your baby mama with me Bitch pointin' at me, tellin', "Baby come and get it" Drivin' real fast, ain't in no lane I ain't gettin' married cause my ho playin Fish fry nigga, you propane I keep my mouth closed, yeah, I soak game All white seats like cocaine The cops come, we don't speak, we don't know names Spent 30 on my wrist, yeah that ho plain Jane Up, up and away Boy I'm so high, boy I'm up, up and away In the car, try to block a nigga in But she know young nigga got away If the door ain't bulletproof a young nigga kick through I don't like white girl but my bitch do I'ma make something shake when the rent due Thugger I'ma make sure that you get through Chorus: Young [Thug] Every time I come to town, niggas bitches come around And I take 'em up, up and away I started from the ground That's when a nigga took off and went up, up and away If a pussy nigga come and wanna play I'ma send his bitch ass up, up and away Beat a nigga bad and I might just pop his ass Send him up and away Up and away Up, up and away Up, up and away Up, up and away Shoot at the cops, send 'em up and away Bite my bars, I'll shoot 'em up anyway Play for him, I don't give a fuck what they say [Verse 2: Young Thug] Up up and I ran Molly got me high, I'm lookin' for Tarzan Baby girl would you ride for the man? Would you die for the man? I'm a mothafuckin' go-getter Mink coat got me lookin' like a gorilla Talkin' racks, my floors got doors in ‘em Rollie old and extinct like Godzilla Told my bitch to get my ice out the freezer, nigga Told my bitch to get my ice out the freezer, nigga Cold like an icicle Pussy nigga, you a dyke, nigga Three hoes, Thugga tricycle And my ice real platinum like 5 nickels And I'm ballin' like Bryant, no Nichols Tell lil' mama go and get 'em Yeah, go and sick em, go get 'em I got a Tommy, I ain't talkin' Hilfiger And I got a hundred round drum on that mothafucka Like a Navy Seal, nigga And I'm that nigga, Rich Homie that nigga Rich Homies, YSL those niggas [Chorus]