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