[Intro: Quavo]
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Chasing the cheese macaroni
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Keep the pocket rocket on me
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Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies
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You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
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Young rich homies, young rich homies
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You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
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Young rich homies, young rich homies
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You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies
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[Hook: RHQ]
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Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
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We ain't even sign no deal yet, me & Migos we mobbin
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I'm like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
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No Master P but we bout it
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Say all my niggas violent
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[Verse 1: Quavo]
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No Master P but I'm bout it, bout it
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Tell Yo Bitch we the young rich homies betta slow yo roll jabroni
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Run up on the block they shoot sumn
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Walking around with that that tommy gun
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Young niggas in the hood love the molly satan
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When they pop it, they'll chew it like some bubble gum
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Can't fuck with the plug, that nigga be taxin
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So I had to make a mission like the famous Jett Jackson
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Got all these pocket rockets on my body, lookin like a young nigga got go go gadgets
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Look at yo bitch n' she ratchet
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Still beat the pot up like Cassius
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Make the work disappear like magic
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Hit the plug in china town,order up another package
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[Hook: RHQ]
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Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
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We ain't even sign no deal yet , me & migos we mobbin
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I'm like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
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No Master P but we bout it
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Say all my niggas violent
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Chasing the cheese macaroni
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Keep the pocket rocket on me
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Hell naw we don't fuck with no phonies
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You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
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Young rich homies, young rich homies
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You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies
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Young rich homies, young rich homies
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You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies
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Ok Now all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
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We ain't even sign no deal yet, me & migos we mobbin
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I'm like all my niggas violent, all my niggas violent
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No Master P but we bout it
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Say all my niggas violent
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[Verse 2: Offset]
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Young, rich and we ruthless
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Wipe me down, no Boosie
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Blue diamonds, no Tookie
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I got J's nigga, like Pookie
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I'm cookin whipping them dueces
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Steven Spielberg, make movies
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You smoking on that boatweed and we smoking on them cookies
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Woke up in a mansion, but I went to sleep in them trenches
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Started off in them Honda Accords now I'm riding in them Bentleys
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Yo bitch fuck with a young nigga, I'm dunking her like Timothy
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Them bullets just like Ritalin, make a nigga calm down instantly
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[Verse 3: Takeoff]
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Ask yo mama! Ask yo bitch!
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I grab the fork and I cook up a brick
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I grab the pint and I pour up 6 (I’m pouring it!)
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Activis, I don’t do Quality (Lean)
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Lettuce and cabbage and broccoli (Cash!)
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I’m cooking up catfish, tilapia, (fishes!), and I got flounders
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Got yo bitch fucking on camera (Smash!)
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Hell nah we don’t fuck wit no phonies and you can tell yo bitch we some young rich homies (yo bitch!!)
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Just left my jeweler, so much ice on my neck got pneumonia
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Guisepppe stepper, Christian Lubuiton’s, and Maison Margiela
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(The stove hot the block hot middle of the summer wearing leather!)
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YRH
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| Migos |
