[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah (What?!)
Rich…Homie…Quan
(Thugger. What?! What?!)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)]
My car goes faster than yours lil' n***a damn right I know it (SWOO!)
My bitch she badder than yours hell yea young n***a I know it (Main bitch)
My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up, yea n***a I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!)
Yo baby momma get fucked by me, my n***a I know it
But I like (Bitches) bitches
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) (bitches)
What you like? (Bitches)
I like (Bitches)
I fuck (Bitches)
I can't trust these (Bitches)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bitch ass hoes
Every thing a n***a say should be quoted
Get between the lines like a Roly Poly
Rich Homie Quan attracted the green like he's molded

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Got a hunna thou in the top room, n***a I ain't playing bout money my n***a no more
Say she wanna feature, what's ya budget?
Bad bitches can't stop it can't stop it(Whoo)
MC Hammer can't touch 'em (can't touch 'em) (can't touch 'em)
Catch a n***a sleepin' in the porta-potty and
Run up on 'em then buss 'em
But I ain't tryna get in no trouble, you can ask thugger
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I ain't worry bout nothin', I ain't worry bout jack
Got a hunna bloods with me, all 'em screaming "Ratta-tat-tat"
Money bout longer than a 'Lac
Young stoner life, n***a YSL
Three hoes, call me Quan ills
On the way to heaven, we raise hell

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)]
My car goes faster than yours lil' n***a damn right I know it (SWOO!)
My bitch she badder than yours hell yea young n***a I know it (Main bitch)
My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up, yea n***a I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!)
Yo baby momma get fucked by me, my n***a I know it
But I like (Bitches) bitches
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) (bitches)
What you like? (Bitches)
I like (Bitches)
I fuck (Bitches)
I can't trust these (Bitches)

[Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan]
Lame ass n***as (lame-o's)
Try'na act cool, it's a shame on these n***as
[?] times two
[?] in this bitch, [?] with this dick
You took her on a date but I left with this bitch
Cook it in your face like a chef in this bitch, yea chef in this bitch, bitch
[Verse 5: Young Thug]
Cook it, Lil' B voice
Juug it, Deebo voice
Pussy n***as, feed me more
I got birds like B-More
I got your main bitch and she flex on my wood like a carpenter
If the bitch start trippin', I'm Dwight Howard with it
IPhone, yea I'm blocking her!

[Verse 6: Rich Homie Quan]
Hunnid thousand dollars in [?] so a n***a gettin' paid
Spend 55 thousand dollar on a bar, but I still can't sleep
I say she love me, I love her, I call her babe
Feel like money paid for a n***a, I'm feelin' like ayyee!

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)]
My car goes faster than yours lil' n***a damn right I know it (SWOO!)
My bitch she badder than yours hell yea young n***a I know it (Main bitch)
My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up, yea n***a I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!)
Yo baby momma get fucked by me, my n***a I know it
But I like (Bitches) bitches
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) (bitches)
What you like? (Bitches)
I like (Bitches)
I fuck (Bitches)
I can't trust these (Bitches)