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Ah'Chi Video (MV)




Performed By: Rich Homie Quan
Featuring: 2 Chainz
Language: English
Length: 3:41
Written by: Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Tauheed Epps, Darrin Custis II




Rich Homie Quan - Ah'Chi Lyrics
Official




[ Featuring 2 Chainz ]

Fishin'
I just
Buy some
Young body
I just watchin'
I keep it fresh
Ah'chi, ah'chi
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper, gotta brand new-
Ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit 'em for a hunnid
Nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy
Gon' sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
A rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They won't do the boy fair
I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah
That just another bodied set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah

I'm where I'm 'posed to be (I can't even breathe)
These diamonds are choking me (watch, watch, watch)
I'm in the club with that firearm so low-key
These niggas don't notice me (nah)
I need my fly out, was slow to speak (fly out)
And bitches, they never say no to me (nope)
I knocked the whole buildin' down, bitch
Walked out that ho, I had no debris
Nothin' on me (nothin', bitch)
Funds on me (money, ho)
Gun on me (fah-fah-fah)
Lunch on me (after that bitch)
Come on me (return, baby)
They can't understand the lingo
They say it's too lyrical for me (that right too)
I wore the white shoe up (right there)
But she was too spiritual for me (ayy)
Picture the moment
Tryna blemish a nigga image when I don't even listen to comments (nah)
I'm knowin' they phoney
Like ain't sayin' I ain't done somethin'
Like they don't even listen to homie
Bitches be on me
You know I swat shit down
I gotta stay stiff on 'em (swole)
For them niggas in the back, thinkin' that the homie broke
I throw up my wrist on 'em (ayy, I just)

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit 'em for a hunnid
Nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy
Gon' sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
A rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They won't do the boy fair
I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah
That just another bodied set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit (2 Chainz)
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (Tony)

Double cup with some muddy in the door, a foreign car with your buddy in it
Paid 450 for the Cullinan, got a .50 cal with a .30 in it
Down from Riverdale with a gold digger and a grave digger, I'm a paid nigga
Like my wife a f*ckin' cleanin' lady, nigga
I'm a made nigga, know what I'm sayin', nigga
Yeah, my clientele overwhelmed
Taxin' niggas, Uncle Sam, hand to hand with the grounds
Hood nigga buyin' land, you can't see me like spam (Woo)
Cut from a different cloth, throwin' a pool of the money, she cannonball
Even when I sit down, I'll be standin' out
Heartless niggas'll shoot at your mammy house, shoot all your grammys down
Hol, hol' up, let me control anger, you know that it's danger
Keep one in thr chamber (in the chamber)
Trapper and rapper and singer
They say money talk and I don't talk to strangers
Boom, course I can f*ck 'cause I'm famous
I bought her some breasts and I bought her a anus
I'm workin' my move, I'm hittin' them angles
I'm out of this world like f*ckin' Uranus

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter (Tony)
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit 'em for a hunnid
Nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy
Gon' sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
A rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair
I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up out the set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah

Fishin'
I just
Buy some
Young body
I just watchin'
I keep it fresh
Ah'chi, ah'chi
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper, gotta brand new-
Ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi
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Fishin'
I just
Buy some
Young body
I just watchin'
I keep it fresh
Ah'chi, ah'chi
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper, gotta brand new-
Ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit 'em for a hunnid
Nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy
Gon' sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
A rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They won't do the boy fair
I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah
That just another bodied set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah

I'm where I'm 'posed to be (I can't even breathe)
These diamonds are choking me (watch, watch, watch)
I'm in the club with that firearm so low-key
These niggas don't notice me (nah)
I need my fly out, was slow to speak (fly out)
And bitches, they never say no to me (nope)
I knocked the whole buildin' down, bitch
Walked out that ho, I had no debris
Nothin' on me (nothin', bitch)
Funds on me (money, ho)
Gun on me (fah-fah-fah)
Lunch on me (after that bitch)
Come on me (return, baby)
They can't understand the lingo
They say it's too lyrical for me (that right too)
I wore the white shoe up (right there)
But she was too spiritual for me (ayy)
Picture the moment
Tryna blemish a nigga image when I don't even listen to comments (nah)
I'm knowin' they phoney
Like ain't sayin' I ain't done somethin'
Like they don't even listen to homie
Bitches be on me
You know I swat shit down
I gotta stay stiff on 'em (swole)
For them niggas in the back, thinkin' that the homie broke
I throw up my wrist on 'em (ayy, I just)

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit 'em for a hunnid
Nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy
Gon' sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
A rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They won't do the boy fair
I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah
That just another bodied set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit (2 Chainz)
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (Tony)

Double cup with some muddy in the door, a foreign car with your buddy in it
Paid 450 for the Cullinan, got a .50 cal with a .30 in it
Down from Riverdale with a gold digger and a grave digger, I'm a paid nigga
Like my wife a f*ckin' cleanin' lady, nigga
I'm a made nigga, know what I'm sayin', nigga
Yeah, my clientele overwhelmed
Taxin' niggas, Uncle Sam, hand to hand with the grounds
Hood nigga buyin' land, you can't see me like spam (Woo)
Cut from a different cloth, throwin' a pool of the money, she cannonball
Even when I sit down, I'll be standin' out
Heartless niggas'll shoot at your mammy house, shoot all your grammys down
Hol, hol' up, let me control anger, you know that it's danger
Keep one in thr chamber (in the chamber)
Trapper and rapper and singer
They say money talk and I don't talk to strangers
Boom, course I can f*ck 'cause I'm famous
I bought her some breasts and I bought her a anus
I'm workin' my move, I'm hittin' them angles
I'm out of this world like f*ckin' Uranus

Olive green and the first .4 millimeter (Tony)
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit 'em for a hunnid
Nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy
Gon' sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
A rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair
I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up out the set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah

Fishin'
I just
Buy some
Young body
I just watchin'
I keep it fresh
Ah'chi, ah'chi
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper, gotta brand new-
Ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi
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Writer: Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Tauheed Epps, Darrin Custis II
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management


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