Tell Em

Ooh (Rich Gang), ayy
Ooh (yeah), ayy
London on da Track, bitch (Rich Girl)
Ooh, ayy (Yeah)
(Rich Gang) ooh
London on da track, bitch
What you tell 'em, Thugger? (Woo)

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip
I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt
Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip (hey)
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well
Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself
Oh, and she gon' help me like she Santa elves

She gon' look over these bitches like terms and conditions (and what?)
I'ma move her out the trenches and buy her a Bentley (and what?)
I'ma fuck her, then hold on to her like she gon' miss me (and what?)
I'ma pull on that wavy hair 'cause it's Indian Remy (swoo)
I grab the keys, she wanna ride with me (skrrt)
She tied the knot so she can die with me (and what?)
She say she can do the same thing as five bitches (so what you do?)
So I went and fired them five bitches (damn)

She the B-E-S-T, best (she the best, she the best)
She ride me, 200 on that pussy like a T-Rex (better than the rest)
I won't stop loving her, no way
No way, I'ma invest (swear 'fore God, I'ma invest)
In her
What you tell 'em, Thugger? (Woo)

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip (and what?)
I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt
Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip (hey)
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well
Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself
Oh, and she gon' help me like she Santa elves

Ayy, I had to hit her from the back, then dip up out it
I don't know what it is, but it's something about her (ooh)
When she around she do something to me, I can't doubt it (ayy)
I don't know what it is, but it's some' 'bout her
Shawty got me fucked up, blowin' O's, no Audi (skrrt)
Her ex-nigga, he fucked up, and I don't give no fuck about him (nah)
But I'll do whatever when it come down to shawty (yeah)
The feds askin' questions, I don't know shit about it

Something 'bout lil' shawty that I can't put my finger on (I can't)
It's something 'bout lil' shawty, she rather text, she don't be on phones (nope)
It's something 'bout lil' shawty, say, that got Rich Homie gone (Hahaha)
Shawty the best in my eyes, and I know (I do)
She don't do fashion, and she don't even go outdoors (Nuh-uh)
Before she was ready, you already knew I know (I swear)
Shawty made me sick, I'm feeling like I gotta cold
Can't forget about my bro (what you tell 'em, Thugger?)

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip
I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt
Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip (hey)
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well
Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself
Oh, and she gon' help me like she Santa elves

It's something about her, Thug, it's something 'bout her (what it be?)
She got my life, I don't want no one to rob her (don't take it)
Not Young Scooter but all she know is count up (she counting)
Ayy, I'm on her front end like a fucking blouse (Big B)
I'm on her head like a fuckin' bount (yeah), no hunter (and what?)
But I'ma eat her like I'm hungry at Benihana's (woo)

I'ma pull up, eat on that pussy and dip
I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt
Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk
And keep her on my side like a fuckin' hip
She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well
Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt
She just want me to keep them lies all to myself
Oh, and she gon' help me like she Santa elves

Rich Gang
Rich girl
London on da Track, bitch!
Money, power, respect, Rich Gang
This the tape, this the tour
We the streets, we the best
Rich Homie Quan, Young Thugga
Birdman Stunna, you know what it is
Rich Gang