YRH (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

Chasin' the cheese, macaroni

Keep the pocket rocket on me

Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies

You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies

Young rich homies, young rich homies

You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies

Young rich homies, young rich homies

You can tell a broke **** we some young rich homies

Okay, now all my **** violent

All my **** violent

We ain't even sign no deal yet

Me and 'migos, we mobbin'

And I'm like, all my **** violent

All my **** violent

No master P but we 'bout it

Say, all my **** violent

No master P but I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, uh

Tell your bitch, we the young rich homies

Better slow your roll jabroni

Run up on the block, they shoot some

Walkin' around with that tommy gun

Young **** in the hood love the molly santan

When they pop it, they'll chew it like some bubble gum

Can't fuck with the plug, that **** be taxin'

So I had to make a mission like the famous Jett Jackson

Got all these pocket rockets on my body

Lookin' like a young **** got go go gadgets

Look at your bitch, and she ratchet

Still beat the pot up like Cassius

Make the work disappear like magic

Hit the plug in China town

Order up another package

Okay, now all my **** violent

All my **** violent

We ain't even sign no deal yet

Me and 'migos, we mobbin'

And I'm like, all my **** violent

All my **** violent

No master P but we 'bout it

Say, all my **** violent

Chasin' the cheese, macaroni

Keep the pocket rocket on me

Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies

You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies

Young rich homies, young rich homies

You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies

Young rich homies, young rich homies

You can tell a broke **** we some young rich homies

Okay, now all my **** violent

All my **** violent

We ain't even sign no deal yet

Me and 'migos, we mobbin'

And I'm like, all my **** violent

All my **** violent

No master P but we 'bout it

Say, all my **** violent

Young, rich and we ruthless

Wipe me down, no boosie

Blue diamonds, no tookie

I got J's ****, like pookie

I'm cookin', whippin' them deuces

Steven Spielberg make movies

You smokin' on that bum weed

And we smokin' on them cookies

Woke up in a mansion but I went to sleep in them trenches

Started off in them Honda Accord and now ridin' in them Bentleys

Your bitch fuck with a young ****

I'm duckin' hard like Timothy

Them bullets just like Ritalin

Make a **** calm down instantly

Ask your mama

Ask your bitch

I grab the fork and I cook up a brick

I grab the pint and pour up a six

(I'm pourin' it)

Actavis, I don't Qualities

(Lettuce and cabbage and broccoli)

I'm cookin' up catfish, tilapia

(And I got flounders)

Got your bitch fuckin' on camera

Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies

Tell your bitch, we the young rich homies

Just left my jeweler

So much ice on my neck, got pneumonia

Giuseppe stepper, Christian Louboutin's and Maison Margielas

(The stove hot the block)

(Hot middle of the summer wearin' leather)

Chasin' the cheese, macaroni

Keep the pocket rocket on me

Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies

You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies

Young rich homies, young rich homies

You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies

Young rich homies, young rich homies

You can tell a broke **** we some young rich homies

Okay, now all my **** violent

All my **** violent

We ain't even sign no deal yet

Me and 'migos, we mobbin'

And I'm like, all my **** violent

All my **** violent

No master P but we 'bout it

Say, all my **** violent, yeah