Iowa - Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan

First off, I’ma come by myself

Then I’m gon' climb in you like steps

I’ma champ, where the heck is my belt?

I’ma swim in it like Michael Phelps

Yeah she cold like ice, I might melt

I’m a lil' bit fiesty myself

And, she’ll cook for me like she a chef

She say don’t play cards that she dealt

She in Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Woo)

Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Iowa)

Hey, I’m like baby, don’t leave me (No)

I’ll beg for you on the front street (Ohh)

Baby, if you can’t stay with me, I swear I’m coming to Iowa Iowa Iowa (First

class, nigga)

Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Iowa, Iowa)

Hey, baby, you can’t leave me now

You can’t mistreat me now, I am too deep in now, in Iowa

I drank a pint and a half in a day and I swear

That ain’t no trouble, I don’t want no trouble

Ain’t no way yeah

Thug, turn up

Spend a hundred thousand dollars on pot

We marrying in India

I want that cheddar, milk

These niggas ain’t see my roof

These niggas ain’t see my hood-ood-ood-ood

These niggas beginners

I want that clarity, baby, I spend a million

TMZ ballin', they wanna know how I live

I fucked up and make you look like

Okay, I’m sorry bro, bring me to Iowa

Iowa, Iowa

Climb it, to Iowa

Climb it, climb it, climb it, Iowa

Climb it, climb it, climb it

Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Oh)

Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Oh)

Iowa, ayy, I’m takin' her to Iowa (Woah, ohh)

Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Trips)

Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Takin' trips, nigga)

Iowa, Iowa, Iowa (Me and my bitch)

Iowa (Bossed up, you know what I’m sayin')

B-O on the track, got us sellin' crack

Meanwhile servin' crack, box you like Jack

Helicopter pad, hundred thousand squares

Back pockets fat like a strippers bitch ass

I just bought some land to bury his bitch ass

Smokin' on that trash, floodin' her with trash

Come and try me, trial I’ma beat

Put him on his feet, now he signing

I’ma put you on some progress

Old hundred dollar bills, they the oldest

Bitch still jumpin' 'round, she on her toe, shit

Bank long like Pinocchio nose, bitch

I need me a mill' like Meek

I been dropping eights all day

You a turtle when it comes to this race

If you scared, to go to church like Mase

Hey, hey, can you pass the light over here?

Hey, baby, you can snapshot when I’m in Leer

I like my bitch brown like a bear

Ayy, yeah

Thugger, baby, yeah

Take me to Iowa, my bitch a Iowa

Take me to Iowa