Rich Homie Quan — Say So

[Intro] Trauma Tone Time.Rich Homie Baby! [Hook] I got this thick bitch booty do anything I say My small,slim chick be trippin bout anything but don't play About her nigga,bout them figures,in her purse,she keep her pistol Day time job,at night she Strippin Turn around plug,best believe she gon hit me I'ma be like ayo(hey,hey).Them choppas screamin like ayo(fo,fo) And she'll do anything that a nigga say so(she will nigga) Turn around plug for the work best believe I'ma pull up One of ya'll niggas gon have to make up Verse 1: Shootin all of ya'll niggas She won't Molly,she want Scotties And I'm boottin all of these bitches(boot up) Heard that 12 got behind me watch how fast I lose these niggas They say that pistol like a lemon I'm gon squeeze it then gon shoot it,aye I don't want no boss nigga I the boss already don't touch that shit If I don't get it off of me You don't see me with it don't mean no strap Know I probably got it on me(my right hand) And that V.I.P table i'm sittin in got a hunned bottles on it Yeah,they got them Mollys on it You ain't shoppin,she wearin I spent 600 on it You don't know how the sack feel.You don't know about me You don't know how it feel to have a bad bitch off on her knees just to swim in yo sea I call her my nieces when we in public But everybody know she my side chick My wrist flickin colorful,this bitch i'm with gulable [Hook] [Verse 2] You be flexin like you got it Check off in yo pocket Best believe i'm lookin for them motherfuckin Pesos Actin like you won't it when you don't Mess around[?]I go fuck it Stupid ho do what I say so Got blocks at the spot like a Lego Shoot a motherfucker with a Bagel Actin like you got a payed Lawyer boy you got a Public Defender so you know the case closed My side ho do anything.She let me flip her any way I fuck that pussy Indian Style call that Chicken Wing And I don't want a back rub.I'd rather get surf board No Beyonce.I got a brother named Andre And we Fired up Friday bitch it's Sunday [Hook] [Outro] Lay low,lay low,lay low,lay low,lay low,lay low Ha.Come up sore with that money Best beleive I take it from ya Nigga you ain't got nun Hey.Rich homie baby.Yeah,yeah,it Rich Homie baby Ooh,ooh,Rich Homie baby I can still make songs with my boy gone Rich homie baby.Aye,aye,i'm Rich Homie baby She got on a robe Turn up G,I double A to me can't turn no mo