Rich Homie Quan — Whatever

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] Hey, Thugger Thugger My brother, brother, hey RH Quan, what up, nigga? Feel me? Forever, nigga Hey Any motherfuckin' day, you dig? [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] I forever stack this money all over these bitches I forever keep a 100 thou' stacks inside my britches I'll forever put them crystals inside of my bezels To flex on these country niggas I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Niggas, I sell 'em whatever, ayy Bitches, I tell 'em whatever, ayy Niggas, I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Money more cheddar, more cheddar I'm up so high, I need a ladder [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] I'm up so high I need a ladder Money longer than a motherfucker right now I been fucking with Wayne ever since the Hot Boys, remember lights out? And it's the same, everybody rapping, but it ain't hot now And I've been playing games with lil' shawty I just want her right now Be patient, we can fuck when you want to baby? Be ailing, pussy drier than a raisin And I swear to God, from the backseat, can't take it I got money to the ceiling From the back I make her feel it Tell them hoes stay out our business Tell them hoes I'm serious Thugger that my sibling MOB the realest [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] I forever stack this money all over these bitches I forever keep a 100 thou' stacks inside my britches I'll forever put them crystals inside of my bezels To flex on these country niggas I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Niggas, I sell 'em whatever, ayy Bitches, I tell 'em whatever, ayy Niggas, I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Money more cheddar, more cheddar I'm up so high, I need a ladder [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] How you pulled up slime? Me? I pulled up flexin' in a coupe Oooh, I swear to God we livin' better Don't hate, these niggas make me drop the roof In the winter time nigga, so I got on a sweater Gas so loud I can't hear you 100 bitches around, Quan hit it Nigga money stacked to the ceiling 'Til I can't stack it no more Marvin Gaye, sexual healing Shawty on go And now they wanna roll 'Cause I smile and show my golds Pullin' up at Kinko's, if you didn't know that's Japanese food Do it all for you, you, you, you That's that real nigga shit, Quan, tell 'em the truth [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] I forever stack this money all over these bitches I forever keep a 100 thou' stacks inside my britches I'll forever put them crystals inside of my bezels To flex on these country niggas I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Niggas, I sell 'em whatever, ayy Bitches, I tell 'em whatever, ayy Niggas, I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Money more cheddar, more cheddar I'm up so high, I need a ladder [Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] I can't come down right now 'cause I need a ladder I ain't comin' down right now, I need some wheels and a pedal All my niggas at that tables All of our bread up Cain and Abel We ain't kill nobody We just got birds, no Robin Diamonds froze like Baskin Robbins On my soul ain't tell nobody Thugger how you feel bruh? You know just how niggas feel niggasI'm not a buffalo but I'm stackin' these bills nigga Nigga, nigga [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] I forever stack this money all over these bitches I forever keep a 100 thou' stacks inside my britches I'll forever put them crystals inside of my bezels To flex on these country niggas I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Niggas, I sell 'em whatever, ayy Bitches, I tell 'em whatever, ayy Niggas, I sell 'em whatever Bitches, I tell 'em whatever Money more cheddar, more cheddar I'm up so high, I need a ladder [Outro: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] I'm up so high, boy, I need a ladder (Sheesh) I'm up so high, I need a ladder (Need a what?) I'm up so high, I need a ladder (Come down, Quan, come down, Quan, come down) Thugger, that's my brother (Woo) Thugger Thugger my brother, hey (My brother, my brother, brother, my brother) Same momma, same daddy (My brother, my brother, brother, my brother) I ain't lyin', nigga, I ain't rappin', no way ([?], I ain't rappin', no way) Deeper than rap (Deeper than what?) This shit deeper than rap (What you talkin' 'bout, Quan?) Deeper than rap (Deeper than what?) I swear to God (Woo) Deeper than rap, hey (Woo) Deeper than rap, it's deeper than rap Deeper than rap (Blatt)