Flava

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Yeah, yeah, yeah Talk to 'em, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah Thugger Thugger my brother Thugger Thugger my brother Hahaha, The Remedy Hah, Quan! We got London on da Track Rich Gang, nigga! [Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil' nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that, aye (What?) Where your heart at? I'm gon' pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus, aye (Real nigga) And these bitches know they fuckin' and they suckin' When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo, aye (Woo, woo, woo!) 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 (What?) How the fuck I'm gon’ buy if I don’t pay 'em? (Yeah, nigga, yeah) I’ma come a week later (Hah!) I’ma spread that pussy out like a acre (Acre...) She on the cover of Fader (Fader...) And she say it’s my time like Flava (Flava...) Plus I ain't never went fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava (Real nigga) [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah, yeah Got the chopper with the Mac in the back with the stacks, nigga Pull up in a new car (Skrrrt) Long nose 'bout the flow, nigga, pull up out the door nigga Fuck and get a murder show (A murder show) Been a hunter and a gunna and a stunna, nigga Gettin' money representin’ uptown (Uptown) Big Bs with a few Cs For the money it'll be your own people on you: ACTION! Big mansion with the OV Backyard with the young nigga, lowkey (Lowkey) Five stars, nigga, ball like a real G (Real G) New cars, nigga, serve it like it’s 10 a key (10 a key) Got a mill' in 'em bitches Fuckin’ niggas bitches, iced out, fully loaded (Fully loaded, drippin') 100 mill' still flippin' Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow (Bah!) Hot nigga, don’t stop (Bah!) Big money nigga gon’ pop (Bah!) One stop, get yo life took (Bah!) Big money, bitches gon' look (Ya heard?) Flashy classy (Classy) For the money we dashing (Dashing) Fuck em, pass 'em (Pass 'em) How we did it outlast 'em BLATT! [Chorus: Young Thug Rich Homie Quan & Both] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil' nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that, aye (What?) Where your heart at? I'm gon' pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus, aye (Real nigga) And these bitches know they fuckin' and they suckin' When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo, aye (Woo, woo, woo!) 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 (What?) How the fuck I'm gon’ buy if I don’t pay 'em? (Yeah, nigga, yeah) I’ma come a week later (Hah!) I’ma spread that pussy out like a acre (Acre...) She on the cover of Fader (Fader...) And she say it’s my time like Flava (Flava...) Plus I ain't never went fishin', but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava (Real nigga) [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Rich Homie! Tell the bitch I’m comin’ over 3 AM So she better have her muthafuckin’ clothes off (What?) One of me, three of them And you know that I’m a pimp Just booted up, I ain’t 'bout to doze off (Nah) Lil' nigga, you a shrimp walking' with a limp (Yeah, yeah) I ain’t have to say a word the bitch took her clothes off (Yeah, yeah) Love shit to make me sleepy, love Xan, love percocet (Hey, hey) All these drugs got me tho'd off I love my bitch, I can’t go without her Wanna give her my seed, no sunflower I got strong genes, my little boy look just like me I ain’t tryna be with you, woman, I one night ya (Drop the top off my whip, then I) Pulled up with that nigga bitch in the car Now her baby daddy wanna fight me (Hah, aye) That pump, man, make him jump, man(Fo, fo, fo!) You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike (Fo!) I’m every little kid’s idol, got more verses than the Bible (Yeah) The lifestyle I live here priceless (What?) Pull up on yo ass like a diaper (What?) Grippin' on my nuts like Michael (Hey) I see shit before it happen like a psychic (I do) Get yo bitch, don’t want that broke hoe around me (Get back) And me and Thug still on the run so fuck yo bounty (For real) I love my girl so much, that money, I let her count it (Thugger tell 'em) [Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil' nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that, aye (What?) Where your heart at? I'm gon' pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus, aye (Real nigga) And these bitches know they fuckin' and they suckin' When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo, aye (Woo, woo, woo!) 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 (What?) How the fuck I'm gon’ buy if I don’t pay 'em? (Yeah, nigga, yeah) I’ma come a week later (Hah!) I’ma spread that pussy out like a acre (Acre...) She on the cover of Fader (Fader...) And she say it’s my time like Flava (Flava...) Plus I ain't never went fishin', but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava (Real nigga) [Verse 3: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Call yo bitch and tell her I need some mechanical Plus she make me stand up like a ruler, hey Even though I don’t got all my strolls I'ma pull up on lil' mama with the doors off, hey I'ma treat myself and buy myself a Rollie Then I walk into a party full of cougars, oh This just might be an interesting white-t Yeah nigga, this a crew cut Crew cut, mama say your crew cut On that GT, pop for me, ooh-ee And she come and let me ride like Uber Then I teach lil' mama 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, uh Kendrick, look I'ma dive in Got her ridin' round with me, make a play Make her feel like I got ties in it And I'm sorry I was seein’ your lady Fuck bitch, don't never try to 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 (Thugger, tell 'em) [Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil' nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that, aye (What?) Where your heart at? I'm gon' pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus, aye (Real nigga) And these bitches know they fuckin' and they suckin' When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo, aye (Woo, woo, woo!) 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 (What?) How the fuck I'm gon’ buy if I don’t pay 'em? (Yeah, nigga, yeah) I’ma come a week later (Hah!) I’ma spread that pussy out like a acre (Acre...) She on the cover of Fader (Fader...) And she say it’s my time like Flava (Flava...) Plus I ain't never went fishin', but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava (Real nigga) Hahaha, The Remedy We got London on da Track