Ya Ya Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] 

Wooh! 

Lucci with me 

Quan with me 

Yeaah! 

Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that? 

I'mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that 

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] 

Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me 

Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin' 

Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty 

Put the G Ali in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin' 

Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah 

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[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] 

I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore 

I was in Houston fuckin' with lil' Rob 

Before all the strippin', before the galore 

Before the galore I had millions and more 

Before the tour I had been ran it up 

Shakin' and shiverin' when I went to court 

Take it or give it but I want it all (I want it all) 

I'mma take it all, she know I'm gon' do it (I want it all) 

Tryna get me a hundred million before I go (I want it all) 

Yeah I want it all 

Rich homie baby! 

Hold up, wait, stop it, hey! 

I want it all like I never had it 

Never had nothin' don't do no braggin' 

Steal from me one time wrap him up and (?) 

Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom 

I fuck with Philly but I am the answer 

Just in first class boy I'm eatin' bananas 

Ooh, ooh, yea 

(Ay Quan tell 'em what you got on you) 

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[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] 

Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me 

Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin' 

Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty 

Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin' 

Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah 

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci] 

I put them bricks in the back 

I get 'em goin' that's a fact 

They know that I'm strapped 

I wanna sip on some Act 

When I pull up they say no he can go back 

You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash 

You know all these fuck niggas mad 

You know I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout the shit that you had 

And I don't wanna speak on the past, bitch you can't sleep in my pad 

All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bitch let's go eat us some karats 

All of this money bring so many problems and I don't need no bitch naggin' 

And all of this money, man all of these problems 

All problems we gon' be revolvin', and if we revolvin' we gon' solve the problems 

And I don't really be cappin' 

The time to cap, bitch I'm 'bout to ask ya 

When I pull up they gon' know ain't no askin' 

Pour up a four then we go and get active 

It 4 in the mornin', I'm up and I'm ready 

Gotta get full off them muthafuckin' karats 

I gotta have it I'm a muthafuckin' savage 

Yeah yea 

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] 

Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a nigga feelin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin' like 

Yeah yeah yea 

Two-seater, is that yo' baby momma with me 

Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin' 

Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm ridin' dirty 

Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can't be doin' no swervin' 

Yeah can't be doin' no swervin' yeah