[Intro: Birdman]
Another day, boy, another couple of dollars. Money with this power. Rich Gang, n***a. My young n***as. Big money poppin’, boy. Put that on blood, n***a
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
New draws, these polo
This two seater ridin’ solo
I got your baby mama with me
b**h 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 n***a, you propane
I keep my mouth closed, yeah, I soak game
All white seats like c**aine
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 n***a in
But she know young n***a got away
If the door ain’t bulletproof a young n***a kick through
I don’t like white girl but my b**h do
I’ma make something shake when the rent due
Thugger I’ma make sure that you get through
[Hook: Young Thug]
Every time I come to town, n***as b**hes come around
And I take ’em up, up and away
I started from the ground
That’s when a n***a took off and went up, up and away
If a p**y n***a come and wanna play
I’ma send his b**h a** up, up and away
Beat a n***a bad and I might just pop his a**
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 f** 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 mothaf**in’ 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 b**h to get my ice out the freezer, n***a
Told my b**h to get my ice out the freezer, n***a
Cold like an icicle
p**y n***a, you a dyke, n***a
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 mothaf**a
Like a Navy Seal, n***a
And I’m that n***a, Rich Homie that n***a
Rich Homies, YSL those n***as
[Hook]