Chasin' the cheese, macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell a broke **** we some young rich homies
Okay, now all my **** violent
All my **** violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and 'migos, we mobbin'
And I'm like, all my **** violent
All my **** violent
No master P but we 'bout it
Say, all my **** violent
No master P but I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, uh
Tell your bitch, we the young rich homies
Better slow your roll jabroni
Run up on the block, they shoot some
Walkin' around with that tommy gun
Young **** in the hood love the molly santan
When they pop it, they'll chew it like some bubble gum
Can't fuck with the plug, that **** be taxin'
So I had to make a mission like the famous Jett Jackson
Got all these pocket rockets on my body
Lookin' like a young **** got go go gadgets
Look at your bitch, and she ratchet
Still beat the pot up like Cassius
Make the work disappear like magic
Hit the plug in China town
Order up another package
Okay, now all my **** violent
All my **** violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and 'migos, we mobbin'
And I'm like, all my **** violent
All my **** violent
No master P but we 'bout it
Say, all my **** violent
Chasin' the cheese, macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell a broke **** we some young rich homies
Okay, now all my **** violent
All my **** violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and 'migos, we mobbin'
And I'm like, all my **** violent
All my **** violent
No master P but we 'bout it
Say, all my **** violent
Young, rich and we ruthless
Wipe me down, no boosie
Blue diamonds, no tookie
I got J's ****, like pookie
I'm cookin', whippin' them deuces
Steven Spielberg make movies
You smokin' on that bum weed
And we smokin' on them cookies
Woke up in a mansion but I went to sleep in them trenches
Started off in them Honda Accord and now ridin' in them Bentleys
Your bitch fuck with a young ****
I'm duckin' hard like Timothy
Them bullets just like Ritalin
Make a **** calm down instantly
Ask your mama
Ask your bitch
I grab the fork and I cook up a brick
I grab the pint and pour up a six
(I'm pourin' it)
Actavis, I don't Qualities
(Lettuce and cabbage and broccoli)
I'm cookin' up catfish, tilapia
(And I got flounders)
Got your bitch fuckin' on camera
Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies
Tell your bitch, we the young rich homies
Just left my jeweler
So much ice on my neck, got pneumonia
Giuseppe stepper, Christian Louboutin's and Maison Margielas
(The stove hot the block)
(Hot middle of the summer wearin' leather)
Chasin' the cheese, macaroni
Keep the pocket rocket on me
Hell, nah, we don't fuck with no phonies
You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell your bitch we some young rich homies
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell a broke **** we some young rich homies
Okay, now all my **** violent
All my **** violent
We ain't even sign no deal yet
Me and 'migos, we mobbin'
And I'm like, all my **** violent
All my **** violent
No master P but we 'bout it
Say, all my **** violent, yeah

Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.