(30 you a fool for this one)
Sittin' back reminiscin' on my past I'm focusin' on the money
Reflecting on my accomplishments
Knock me down, I got right back up and laughed
I know that I made 'em mad, showed these folks I done, done this shit
Counted me out and I know they wasn't in my favor
I had to pick up my phone and call bae like, "What the f*ck is goin' wrong?"
Tell me like, what the f*ck did I do wrong?
Gave you my all bae no question
Mama told me never leave, gotta get it how you live
And that ocean view out front, you know it compliment the crib
I can't smell none of my money, put it up in vacuum seal
Doin' the dash in the Bentley, tryna get home to the kids
Quarter milli' Bentley parked it in the middle of the six
Quarter milli' worth of jewelry that two chains by my wrist
That old school was lookin' silly, threw some thangs on that bitch
Paint wet, Migo did it, ain't no stain on that bitch
Hand him all that paper like your date and name on that bitch
When that money start gettin' low, they get to changin' and shit
I didn't know I would be successful, now I'm famous and shit
Umbrella for the pain, I can't get no rain on these kicks
They black ballin' niggas I don't want my name on that list
F*ck the problem I don't got time to explain to no nigga
Droppin' bombs on a f*ck nigga head if he scared
No need to repeat it 'cause I said what I said
Sittin' back reminiscin' on my past I'm focusin' on the money
Reflecting on my accomplishments
Knock me down, I got right back up and laughed
I know that I made 'em mad, showed these folks I done, done this shit
Counted me out and I know they wasn't in my favor
I had to pick up my phone and call bae like, "What the f*ck is goin' wrong?"
Tell me like, what the f*ck did I do wrong?
Gave you my all bae no question
Million dollar dreams it ain't hard to understand, when I'm talkin' now
I can't tell another lie when I got my hand on that bible
Counted up went on the plane with two hands when I'm stackin'
We just flew in from Japan, couldn't understand what they was talkin'
Fishtailin' out the club boy my tires burnin' rubber
State to state I'm catchin' bags I can't get tired of this hustle
And then we start goin' broke yeah that's a sign we in trouble
'Cause that my money, don't waste time 'cause I know mine it go
I done came a long way from my mama basement (basement)
Made a couple million caught some cases (cases)
Spray yo nigga like we do that fragrance (fragrance)
Yesterday Ferrari but today Benz (nah nigga nah)
Money that the only thing that make sense (talk nigga talk)
Why would I put in twenty to make ten? (f*ck it nigga ball)
Cut off all ties and relations (cut a nigga off)
Roll up all my problems now I face it (Rich Homie baby)
Sittin' back reminiscin' on my past I'm focusin' on the money
Reflecting on my accomplishments
Knock me down, I got right back up and laughed
I know that I made 'em mad, showed these folks I done, done this shit
Counted me out and I know they wasn't in my favor
I had to pick up my phone and call bae like, "What the f*ck is goin' wrong?"
Tell me like, what the f*ck did I do wrong?
Gave you my all bae no question
Rich Homie Quan - Rich as in Spirit Album Lyrics
Rich Homie Quan - Rich as in Spirit Lyrics
Writer: Corey Eborn, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Lamont Porter, Samuel Gloade
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fuck wit Me
Stoopid yeah, yeah, oooh, oooh
Yeah, aye, you know that money
Don't make you real, right?
Ha, that shit just define the person you are
Ya feel me?
Real nigga since day one man, aye
Ayy, I gotta give my all once again
Gotta put my heart in this shit
Get up if I fall once again
Save it up all, don't spend
First thing I bought was the Bent
Let me talk my shit
I been working hard on my craft
Long sleeve shirt
Boy you know it's something up my sleeve
And I ain't ever going out bad
Middle finger up
Boy you know you can't f*ck with me
I could never let that bullshit
You do get to me
Charge a nigga for the game
I be givin' him some fee
Too much finger when I bang I
Throw up a bigger B
Swear my life is like a puzzle
I need a missing piece (hey)
The more hater that I get
Boy that paper increase
The more money that I spend
The more friends decrease
Face card good, we were somewhere eating free
Smokin' good gas, pump five, BP (yeah)
Neighborhood stop sign, we was in the street
(yeah)
Still goin' in top five, mention me (yeah)
Better clock in, you don't work
You don't eat (yeah)
I got old money, put up boy
Stop playin' wit me (lil' nigga)
We were takin' everything, playin' for keeps
(lil' bitch)
You never been a boss, you not the man to me
(Quan)
Talkin' money, yeah 100 grand is cheap to me
(that right too nigga)
I gotta give my all once again
Gotta put my heart in this shit
Get up if I fall once again, save it up all
Don't spend
First thing I bought was the Bent
Let me talk my shit
I been working hard on my craft
Long sleeve shirt
Boy you know it's something up my sleeve
And I ain't ever going out bad
Middle finger up
Boy you know you can't f*ck with me
If I was color blind
I would still talk green baby (yeah)
Money talk, Chris Tucker, Charlie Sheen baby
(yeah) would come flip a chicken but
You know that we gravy (yeah)
Gotta scream my shawty name
Out Walgreens baby (Quan)
Spray a nigga just like arsene baby (woo)
Dead people, I got all these faces (aye)
Passport stamp, I done went all these places
(what)
Lawyer paid off, she done won all these cases
(my nigga)
Dead white men in my pocket, I'm not racist
Turned my dreams into reality
Never thought I would make it
Have another kid that motivation
Momma house, I got it in in the basement
Wasn't no rushin' on money
'cause we were patient
Can't do it backward 'cause then
That wouldn't make sense
Trap doin' numbers, got another sold
Send a U-Haul on the way wit another load
I gotta give my all once again
Gotta put my heart in this shit
Get up if I fall once again, save it up all
Don't spend
First thing I bought was the Bent
Let me talk my shit
I been working hard on my craft
Long sleeve shirt boy you know
It's something up my sleeve
And I ain't ever going out bad
Middle finger up boy you know
You can't f*ck with me
I told yall niggas man
Ain't shit changed but the extra zeroes
In the bank account nigga haha
I'm so stressed out
I'm smokin' cigarettes now man
Yeah, aye, you know that money
Don't make you real, right?
Ha, that shit just define the person you are
Ya feel me?
Real nigga since day one man, aye
Ayy, I gotta give my all once again
Gotta put my heart in this shit
Get up if I fall once again
Save it up all, don't spend
First thing I bought was the Bent
Let me talk my shit
I been working hard on my craft
Long sleeve shirt
Boy you know it's something up my sleeve
And I ain't ever going out bad
Middle finger up
Boy you know you can't f*ck with me
I could never let that bullshit
You do get to me
Charge a nigga for the game
I be givin' him some fee
Too much finger when I bang I
Throw up a bigger B
Swear my life is like a puzzle
I need a missing piece (hey)
The more hater that I get
Boy that paper increase
The more money that I spend
The more friends decrease
Face card good, we were somewhere eating free
Smokin' good gas, pump five, BP (yeah)
Neighborhood stop sign, we was in the street
(yeah)
Still goin' in top five, mention me (yeah)
Better clock in, you don't work
You don't eat (yeah)
I got old money, put up boy
Stop playin' wit me (lil' nigga)
We were takin' everything, playin' for keeps
(lil' bitch)
You never been a boss, you not the man to me
(Quan)
Talkin' money, yeah 100 grand is cheap to me
(that right too nigga)
I gotta give my all once again
Gotta put my heart in this shit
Get up if I fall once again, save it up all
Don't spend
First thing I bought was the Bent
Let me talk my shit
I been working hard on my craft
Long sleeve shirt
Boy you know it's something up my sleeve
And I ain't ever going out bad
Middle finger up
Boy you know you can't f*ck with me
If I was color blind
I would still talk green baby (yeah)
Money talk, Chris Tucker, Charlie Sheen baby
(yeah) would come flip a chicken but
You know that we gravy (yeah)
Gotta scream my shawty name
Out Walgreens baby (Quan)
Spray a nigga just like arsene baby (woo)
Dead people, I got all these faces (aye)
Passport stamp, I done went all these places
(what)
Lawyer paid off, she done won all these cases
(my nigga)
Dead white men in my pocket, I'm not racist
Turned my dreams into reality
Never thought I would make it
Have another kid that motivation
Momma house, I got it in in the basement
Wasn't no rushin' on money
'cause we were patient
Can't do it backward 'cause then
That wouldn't make sense
Trap doin' numbers, got another sold
Send a U-Haul on the way wit another load
I gotta give my all once again
Gotta put my heart in this shit
Get up if I fall once again, save it up all
Don't spend
First thing I bought was the Bent
Let me talk my shit
I been working hard on my craft
Long sleeve shirt boy you know
It's something up my sleeve
And I ain't ever going out bad
Middle finger up boy you know
You can't f*ck with me
I told yall niggas man
Ain't shit changed but the extra zeroes
In the bank account nigga haha
I'm so stressed out
I'm smokin' cigarettes now man
Writer: BRINCE ELAM, DEVONTA WRIGHT, DEVONTAY LAMAR
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
34
30, you a fool for this one
Herschel Walker, used to ride that Marta, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids,
Go'n with all that cappin' (talk your shit, Rich Homie)
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
I ain't have it all when I was little (nope)
Sixteen years old, drinkin' liquor (what?)
I ain't never ever touched a beer (ha)
I ain't never ever touch a mill' (never)
Till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down, nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that
Herschel Walker, used to ride that Marta, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
We were growin' up, fightin' when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we ain't eat? (Ayy)
I was Holyfield, hustlin' in the trap (truth)
They was Mike Tyson, bitin' on the kid (ayy, Mike)
I remember tryin' to get rich (hey)
Smokin' two for fives of the mid (woo)
Never had nothing growin' up (nah)
Nigga, don't be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where were you when I was on my dick? (Woo)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Stripper fame, tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
Walkin' around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)
Herschel Walker, used to ride that Marta, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
Herschel Walker, used to ride that Marta, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids,
Go'n with all that cappin' (talk your shit, Rich Homie)
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
I ain't have it all when I was little (nope)
Sixteen years old, drinkin' liquor (what?)
I ain't never ever touched a beer (ha)
I ain't never ever touch a mill' (never)
Till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down, nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that
Herschel Walker, used to ride that Marta, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
We were growin' up, fightin' when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we ain't eat? (Ayy)
I was Holyfield, hustlin' in the trap (truth)
They was Mike Tyson, bitin' on the kid (ayy, Mike)
I remember tryin' to get rich (hey)
Smokin' two for fives of the mid (woo)
Never had nothing growin' up (nah)
Nigga, don't be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where were you when I was on my dick? (Woo)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Stripper fame, tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
Walkin' around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)
Herschel Walker, used to ride that Marta, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
Writer: Samuel Gloade, Dequantes Lamar, EZ Elpee
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Author
The average person like Nard & B gon think this shit I'm talkin' 'bout made up Or
Make believe or some shit, but nah man, this my everyday life dawg
Trenchwerk
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me, just spare me, don't want that fake love
At ten ain't know 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this story know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck a bae, yeah, we made love
It took eight months and couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it
We just extra flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a necklace (ohh)
First time I got booked in Houston sold out show in Texas (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at first this shit was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD just like a freckle (aye)
I was prolly leavin' the studio when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra
Right before the new Walmart I was still on Gresham
I told myself never fall off, Quan you gotta do better
I do this shit in real life nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell, growin' up, now fifty what I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author nigga
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it
Hit the strip club we at they show
Fifty thousand on my bracelet
Eight months I was savin'
Cops no bein' no neighbor
Tryna out ball my paper yeah
Real life story not made up (nah)
In high school f*ckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (f*ck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
Niggas tried to count me down so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I remember mama house recording, no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died, it hurt couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't know there'll be better years (I love you mama)
I try to put away my pride no middle face all my fears (nah real talk man)
We need a plate don't try to starve us
Can't make this up when you the author (rich homie baby)
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no Rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it
Trenchwerk
Make believe or some shit, but nah man, this my everyday life dawg
Trenchwerk
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me, just spare me, don't want that fake love
At ten ain't know 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this story know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck a bae, yeah, we made love
It took eight months and couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it
We just extra flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a necklace (ohh)
First time I got booked in Houston sold out show in Texas (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at first this shit was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD just like a freckle (aye)
I was prolly leavin' the studio when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra
Right before the new Walmart I was still on Gresham
I told myself never fall off, Quan you gotta do better
I do this shit in real life nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell, growin' up, now fifty what I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author nigga
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it
Hit the strip club we at they show
Fifty thousand on my bracelet
Eight months I was savin'
Cops no bein' no neighbor
Tryna out ball my paper yeah
Real life story not made up (nah)
In high school f*ckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (f*ck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
Niggas tried to count me down so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I remember mama house recording, no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died, it hurt couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't know there'll be better years (I love you mama)
I try to put away my pride no middle face all my fears (nah real talk man)
We need a plate don't try to starve us
Can't make this up when you the author (rich homie baby)
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no Rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it
Trenchwerk
Writer: Brandon Rackley, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, James Bernard Jr. Rosser
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Same Year
Yeah we gon call this stadium music, ya
Nahmean, I think that's how, ya nahmean
Atlanta appropriate
30 you a fool for this one
Money don't make you real, no
Money don't make a nigga real
I was real as f*ck when I ain't have shit
(yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons
(yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress
(woo oh oooh) and I ain't start until I
Jumped off the porch
Felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
(the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year
(same year) my record like that gun
Boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business
Ain't no in between
Ain't no in between when we f*ckin' baby
(ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that
Pussy like I'm Usher Raymond
(like I'm Usher baby)
Bih grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby
(rich homie baby) talk is cheap so we
Have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me 'cause I swerve
I done relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin' 'bout his words
They can't understand a thing I say
Got some niggas waitin' on the work
Waitin' for me to put them thangs in motion
Concentration stuck on the money
Tunnel vision gotta stay focused
When I was locked in jail I had a motive
Get the money never go broke
Gotta start livin' by that quote
Since then I done made the most
Since then I done had to
Prove it, hater wrong
They said I couldn't do it
Give it all gas and I
Damn near bust the motor (that right too)
Money don't make you real, no
Money don't make a nigga real
I was real as f*ck when I ain't have shit
(yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons
(yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress
(wooo oh ooooh) and I ain't start until I
Jumped off the porch
Felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
(the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year
(same year) my record like that gun
Boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business
Ain't no in between
Business man, business man, paper
I wasn't never late goin' to work
Simon says give that boy the work
Neighborhood always played the curb
Broke as hell only fifteen
Gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall friday, let's ball
Bitch you know it ain't nun for me to splurge
I bought the shit when all on serve
Stayed down I had to wait my turn
I lost a couple shipment through the mail
After that a lesson what I learned
Nothin' givin' everything earned, my
Patna switched on me, yeah he turned
Big money talk and now I'm cool
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Yeah, money don't make a nigga real
I was real as f*ck when I ain't have shit
(yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons
(yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress
(wooo oh oooh) and I ain't start until I
Jumped off the porch
Felt like I was fastin' yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
(the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year
(same year) my record like that gun
Boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business
Ain't no in between
Nahmean, I think that's how, ya nahmean
Atlanta appropriate
30 you a fool for this one
Money don't make you real, no
Money don't make a nigga real
I was real as f*ck when I ain't have shit
(yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons
(yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress
(woo oh oooh) and I ain't start until I
Jumped off the porch
Felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
(the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year
(same year) my record like that gun
Boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business
Ain't no in between
Ain't no in between when we f*ckin' baby
(ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that
Pussy like I'm Usher Raymond
(like I'm Usher baby)
Bih grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby
(rich homie baby) talk is cheap so we
Have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me 'cause I swerve
I done relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin' 'bout his words
They can't understand a thing I say
Got some niggas waitin' on the work
Waitin' for me to put them thangs in motion
Concentration stuck on the money
Tunnel vision gotta stay focused
When I was locked in jail I had a motive
Get the money never go broke
Gotta start livin' by that quote
Since then I done made the most
Since then I done had to
Prove it, hater wrong
They said I couldn't do it
Give it all gas and I
Damn near bust the motor (that right too)
Money don't make you real, no
Money don't make a nigga real
I was real as f*ck when I ain't have shit
(yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons
(yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress
(wooo oh ooooh) and I ain't start until I
Jumped off the porch
Felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
(the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year
(same year) my record like that gun
Boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business
Ain't no in between
Business man, business man, paper
I wasn't never late goin' to work
Simon says give that boy the work
Neighborhood always played the curb
Broke as hell only fifteen
Gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall friday, let's ball
Bitch you know it ain't nun for me to splurge
I bought the shit when all on serve
Stayed down I had to wait my turn
I lost a couple shipment through the mail
After that a lesson what I learned
Nothin' givin' everything earned, my
Patna switched on me, yeah he turned
Big money talk and now I'm cool
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Yeah, money don't make a nigga real
I was real as f*ck when I ain't have shit
(yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons
(yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the mattress
(wooo oh oooh) and I ain't start until I
Jumped off the porch
Felt like I was fastin' yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
(the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year
(same year) my record like that gun
Boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business
Ain't no in between
Writer: Antwon Hicks, Dequantes Lamar, Lamont Porter, Samuel Gloade
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Never Fold
30 you a fool for this one cheeze
Aye, I finally made my mind up
That I can't go back broke
They sayin' that my time up
My back against the ropes
I hustle got my grind up
That when I made the most
I had faith every night and
I never lost no hope
Nobody gave me a chance but
I believed in myself
I tried to lend 'em a hand
When they needed my help
Rubberband on that bankroll
Bae I will never fold
For all the money in the world
Wouldn't sign my soul
Yeah never sold my soul for no money
It ain't worth it
Sent a message 911, say, "Hit me back
It's urgent" shawty bad as hell like she
Need to be in nursery vVSs shinin' boy
Them diamonds lookin' perfect
We just pop some Adderall
I'm up and I can't doze off
12 up the street
I'm drivin' fast and it's a roadblock
The feds pullin' up
They takin' pictures wit they phone out
I can't put my trust in no man
I'm on my own now
Diamonds on my left hand, married to the game
When I shoot it wit my left hand
This bih hard to aim
Had to show them folk my serious face
'cause they think I be playin'
At first they ain't get it
But now they understand
I finally made my mind up that
I can't go back broke
They sayin' that my time up
My back against the ropes
I hustle got my grind up
That when I made the most
I had faith every night and
I never lost no hope
Nobody gave me a chance but
I believed in myself
I tried to lend 'em a hand
When they needed my help
Rubberband on that bankroll
Bae I will never fold
For all the money in the world
Wouldn't sign my soul
Illuminati callin'
I would never sell my soul dawg
Too much of this money
Gotta give some to my road dawg
Shawty sniffin' cane and she 'bout
To blow her nose dawg when she suck my dick
I swear she damn near ripped my soul out
We been in the club on day shift
We been throwin' off
Ran out of ones on day shift
They thought I throwed it all
Knot off in my pocket pokin' out
Just like a bowling ball
We got guns too, let's go to war
Gotta stay a boss because my role important
I see the words so I narrate the story
Just like a mirror, got a face the target
I'm doin' me but they gon' hate regardless
"Gotta put that money in the safe
" that's what I say to shorty
I finally made my mind up that
I can't go back broke
They sayin' that my time up
My back against the ropes
I hustle got my grind up
That when I made the most
I had faith every night and
I never lost no hope
Nobody gave me a chance but
I believed in myself
I tried to lend 'em a hand
When they needed my help
Rubberband on that bankroll
Bae I will never fold
For all the money in the world
Wouldn't sign my soul
Aye, I finally made my mind up
That I can't go back broke
They sayin' that my time up
My back against the ropes
I hustle got my grind up
That when I made the most
I had faith every night and
I never lost no hope
Nobody gave me a chance but
I believed in myself
I tried to lend 'em a hand
When they needed my help
Rubberband on that bankroll
Bae I will never fold
For all the money in the world
Wouldn't sign my soul
Yeah never sold my soul for no money
It ain't worth it
Sent a message 911, say, "Hit me back
It's urgent" shawty bad as hell like she
Need to be in nursery vVSs shinin' boy
Them diamonds lookin' perfect
We just pop some Adderall
I'm up and I can't doze off
12 up the street
I'm drivin' fast and it's a roadblock
The feds pullin' up
They takin' pictures wit they phone out
I can't put my trust in no man
I'm on my own now
Diamonds on my left hand, married to the game
When I shoot it wit my left hand
This bih hard to aim
Had to show them folk my serious face
'cause they think I be playin'
At first they ain't get it
But now they understand
I finally made my mind up that
I can't go back broke
They sayin' that my time up
My back against the ropes
I hustle got my grind up
That when I made the most
I had faith every night and
I never lost no hope
Nobody gave me a chance but
I believed in myself
I tried to lend 'em a hand
When they needed my help
Rubberband on that bankroll
Bae I will never fold
For all the money in the world
Wouldn't sign my soul
Illuminati callin'
I would never sell my soul dawg
Too much of this money
Gotta give some to my road dawg
Shawty sniffin' cane and she 'bout
To blow her nose dawg when she suck my dick
I swear she damn near ripped my soul out
We been in the club on day shift
We been throwin' off
Ran out of ones on day shift
They thought I throwed it all
Knot off in my pocket pokin' out
Just like a bowling ball
We got guns too, let's go to war
Gotta stay a boss because my role important
I see the words so I narrate the story
Just like a mirror, got a face the target
I'm doin' me but they gon' hate regardless
"Gotta put that money in the safe
" that's what I say to shorty
I finally made my mind up that
I can't go back broke
They sayin' that my time up
My back against the ropes
I hustle got my grind up
That when I made the most
I had faith every night and
I never lost no hope
Nobody gave me a chance but
I believed in myself
I tried to lend 'em a hand
When they needed my help
Rubberband on that bankroll
Bae I will never fold
For all the money in the world
Wouldn't sign my soul
Writer: DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, IRVIN WHITLOW, JOSIAH MUHAMMAD, LAMONT PORTER, SAMUEL GLOADE, DARRYL PATRIC MCCORKELL
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Long Enough
Zaytoven that boy Cash!
Came along way from sharin'
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause
My momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn't afford designer it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10 saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said
"Don't come in here"
Every since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough
I woulda gave that bitch a whole
Meal because I wanted her hollywood bitch
She got two kids and her tummy tucked
You put up with my shit, you not weak girl
You strong enough
You were my best friend when I was
Broke and I was lonely girl
I was your best friend when you
Were down and you were vulnerable
Back when we was swipin' EBT
Down by the corner store i was in the game
I wasn't never watchin' from the crowd
In eleventh grade
Yeah I had my locker smellin' loud
Summer of twelfth grade
'round the time I made my first child
You see a lot of pain when you shake my hand
Look at my eyes
I told my brother, "No more sharin' rooms
We gon get a bigger house"
Never forget where I came
That what this about
Came along way from sharin'
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause my
Momma worked a double yeah
Couldn't afford designer, it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope he said
"Don't come in here"
Ever since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough
Money not a option
If we want it we gon' buy it dawg
Bought that 442 from shawty
I damn near blow the tires off
Keep my concentration on that money
Don't take my eyes off we in this together
We can't lose 'cause that'd be our fault
I'm gon' make it up to you
I promise that my bad brotha
Love me genuine
Just like he trust me wit yo last dolla
He must be from up north, he think he slick
He tryna fast talk
Four hundred thousand in the Louie duffel
That that bag talk
They say that money on your
Brain turn to bad thoughts
I'ma keep some money in the bank
And in my dad's vault
I saw my cousin in the kitchen
He was fixin' a quarter
Don't put these hoes before fam
Blood thicker than water (rich homie baby)
Came along way from sharin'
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause
My momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn't afford designer, it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope
He said "Don't come in here"
Ever since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough
Came along way from sharin'
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause
My momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn't afford designer it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10 saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said
"Don't come in here"
Every since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough
I woulda gave that bitch a whole
Meal because I wanted her hollywood bitch
She got two kids and her tummy tucked
You put up with my shit, you not weak girl
You strong enough
You were my best friend when I was
Broke and I was lonely girl
I was your best friend when you
Were down and you were vulnerable
Back when we was swipin' EBT
Down by the corner store i was in the game
I wasn't never watchin' from the crowd
In eleventh grade
Yeah I had my locker smellin' loud
Summer of twelfth grade
'round the time I made my first child
You see a lot of pain when you shake my hand
Look at my eyes
I told my brother, "No more sharin' rooms
We gon get a bigger house"
Never forget where I came
That what this about
Came along way from sharin'
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause my
Momma worked a double yeah
Couldn't afford designer, it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope he said
"Don't come in here"
Ever since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough
Money not a option
If we want it we gon' buy it dawg
Bought that 442 from shawty
I damn near blow the tires off
Keep my concentration on that money
Don't take my eyes off we in this together
We can't lose 'cause that'd be our fault
I'm gon' make it up to you
I promise that my bad brotha
Love me genuine
Just like he trust me wit yo last dolla
He must be from up north, he think he slick
He tryna fast talk
Four hundred thousand in the Louie duffel
That that bag talk
They say that money on your
Brain turn to bad thoughts
I'ma keep some money in the bank
And in my dad's vault
I saw my cousin in the kitchen
He was fixin' a quarter
Don't put these hoes before fam
Blood thicker than water (rich homie baby)
Came along way from sharin'
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause
My momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn't afford designer, it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope
He said "Don't come in here"
Ever since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough
Writer: DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, JOSHUA CROSS, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
No No No
Nard & B
Trenchwerk
I lost my mind when I found out my grandma died
To raise a man by herself yeah my momma tried
To keep me in school she thought I would go to college
Hangin' with the wrong dudes I got off track and I start wildin'
And I learned from my mistakes so when I move it be silent
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what i been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what it took nigga)
You don't know what I been through no no no
Different niggas change in disguise, you can see the pain in my eyes
The forecast say it might thunder, I can see the rain in the sky
Trap house came wit the shine, rolex watch came wit the time
You don't know what I made off of mine (what I made nigga), Tony Hawk I stayed on the grind
I gotta do numbers I gotta make it work, twelve years old I jumped off the porch (yeah)
Fresh as hell just to see the judge (what), Gucci button down shirt and Kors
I took a bigger risk when he was sellin' boy, now he rich and he don't know who to trust (nah)
Started off when he was on the bus (MARTA), stayed down now the rollie bust
Stayed down and build a legacy, niggas envy too much jealousy
All this sauce they want the recipe, but I can't let them get the best of me
Save ya money do it for ya fam, hold ya cards never show ya hand
I tried to care but never gave a damn
I lost my mind when I found out my grandma died
To raise a man by herself yeah my momma tried
To keep me in school she thought I would go to college
Hangin' with the wrong dudes I got off track and I start wildin'
And I learned from my mistakes so when I move it be silent
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what i been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what it took nigga)
You don't know what I been through no no no
Hop out with the doors open (woo), trap movin' slow motion (yeah yeah)
Mean mug wit a cold shoulder (where you at), I'm at eddy like I know cody (yeah yeah)
I want a grammy that's a gold trophy (uh huh), keep it grounded till the globe know me (say what)
Serious face like I'm playin' poker bae, Glock 40 gotta keep it close to me
And I ain't gotta put on they know I'm paid, I bring my watch every time I know I'm late
I want the money, you can keep the hoe, the fame
She get the crown when she talk and know the pain
Car skatin' on roller blades
20k to walk through and show my face
Put the money up and never show the safe
That how you stay on top
What we savin' all this money for
Gotta be a man and face your problems what you runnin' for (stop being a bitch nigga)
Too many niggas in yo business that's how drama come (hold that down bro)
Got in my feelings when they told me bout my grandma lost
I lost my mind when I found out my grandma died
To raise a man by herself yeah my momma tried
To keep me in school she thought I would go to college
Hangin' with the wrong dudes I got off track and I start wildin'
And I learned from my mistakes so when I move it be silent
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what i been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what it took nigga)
You don't know what I been through no no no
Trenchwerk
I lost my mind when I found out my grandma died
To raise a man by herself yeah my momma tried
To keep me in school she thought I would go to college
Hangin' with the wrong dudes I got off track and I start wildin'
And I learned from my mistakes so when I move it be silent
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what i been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what it took nigga)
You don't know what I been through no no no
Different niggas change in disguise, you can see the pain in my eyes
The forecast say it might thunder, I can see the rain in the sky
Trap house came wit the shine, rolex watch came wit the time
You don't know what I made off of mine (what I made nigga), Tony Hawk I stayed on the grind
I gotta do numbers I gotta make it work, twelve years old I jumped off the porch (yeah)
Fresh as hell just to see the judge (what), Gucci button down shirt and Kors
I took a bigger risk when he was sellin' boy, now he rich and he don't know who to trust (nah)
Started off when he was on the bus (MARTA), stayed down now the rollie bust
Stayed down and build a legacy, niggas envy too much jealousy
All this sauce they want the recipe, but I can't let them get the best of me
Save ya money do it for ya fam, hold ya cards never show ya hand
I tried to care but never gave a damn
I lost my mind when I found out my grandma died
To raise a man by herself yeah my momma tried
To keep me in school she thought I would go to college
Hangin' with the wrong dudes I got off track and I start wildin'
And I learned from my mistakes so when I move it be silent
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what i been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what it took nigga)
You don't know what I been through no no no
Hop out with the doors open (woo), trap movin' slow motion (yeah yeah)
Mean mug wit a cold shoulder (where you at), I'm at eddy like I know cody (yeah yeah)
I want a grammy that's a gold trophy (uh huh), keep it grounded till the globe know me (say what)
Serious face like I'm playin' poker bae, Glock 40 gotta keep it close to me
And I ain't gotta put on they know I'm paid, I bring my watch every time I know I'm late
I want the money, you can keep the hoe, the fame
She get the crown when she talk and know the pain
Car skatin' on roller blades
20k to walk through and show my face
Put the money up and never show the safe
That how you stay on top
What we savin' all this money for
Gotta be a man and face your problems what you runnin' for (stop being a bitch nigga)
Too many niggas in yo business that's how drama come (hold that down bro)
Got in my feelings when they told me bout my grandma lost
I lost my mind when I found out my grandma died
To raise a man by herself yeah my momma tried
To keep me in school she thought I would go to college
Hangin' with the wrong dudes I got off track and I start wildin'
And I learned from my mistakes so when I move it be silent
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what i been through no no no (you don't know what I been through)
You don't know what I been through no no no (you don't know what it took nigga)
You don't know what I been through no no no
Writer: BRANDON RACKLEY, DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, JAMES BERNARD JR ROSSER, TREVON CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Perfect Flower
I done got to the point where
I really consider myself goin up ya nahmsayin
30 you a fool for this one
I f*ck wit you, you f*ck wit me
Let's f*ck wit we
I'm on a whole nother vibe right now shawty
Ya nahmsayin
You gotta feel where I'm comin from ha ha
Aye rich homie
Swallow my pride
I realized that it won't hurt to call her
I watch her blossom from a
Seed to a perfect flower
Gave me her heart and yeah she trust me
I can't hurt lil' shawty
I'm her employee of the month
Because I work the hardest
I like the way she wear her hair
I like her crazy style
I do her like a math equation
When I break her down
I ain't tell none of her secrets
That she done told me 'bout
At first I was scared to reveal it
I wanna show her now
Presidential I feel like Obama
Girl you look so good I thank yo momma
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
You were there for me when
I ain't had nothin' (you were there for me)
Them other bitches they just want my money
(f*ck them hoes)
I threw you on the gram bae
That when we went public yeah
Money talk like Charlie Sheen
Chris Tucker discussion yeah
When you first start talkin' to me
You was on that f*ck shit yeah
When I first told you I loved you
You ain't really love me
First day I met you I tried to f*ck
Now that's a introduction (rich homie baby)
Sacrifice my feelings and my emotions
And all my time (that right too)
You one of one baby
They don't make no more your kind
(you one of one baby)
Can't get in my phone, I changed the code
You know I'm lyin'
And it's hard for me to put it to the side
Swallow my pride
I realized that it won't hurt to call her
(hurt to call her)
I watch her blossom from a
Seed to a perfect flower (perfect flower)
Gave me her heart and yeah she trust me
I can't hurt lil' shawty (hurt lil' shawty)
I'm her employee of the month
Because I work the hardest
I like the way she wear her hair
I like her crazy style
I do her like a math equation
When I break her down (break her down)
I ain't tell none of her secrets
That she done told me bout
At first I was scared to reveal it
I wanna show her now
I wanna take you out, show you off
Might take her home to my people
Might pop the question, might take a walk
Might put a ring on your finger
I fell in love wit the
Way you wear your hair
I fell in love wit yo demeanor
And I could never take your love for granted
And I couldn't never front like Ion't need ya
I can't just tell you how I feel
I wanna show the world
You were nobody when we start talkin'
I didn't know ya girl
You get emotional and vulnerable
When you open up
Wanna be like Jay and Beyonce
But we not close enough
Can't get you off my mind
(I been thinkin' bout you shawty)
Say you took me back time again after time
(despite what we been through)
Say you took me back after all of my lying
(I love you shawty)
To be real bae I don't know how we survived
But we did bae thank God you stayed down
Swallow my pride
I realized that it won't hurt to call her
(hurt to call) i watch her blossom from a
Seed to a perfect flower (perfect flower)
Gave me her heart and yeah she trust me
I can't hurt lil' shawty
(can't hurt lil' shawty)
I'm her employee of the month
Because I work the hardest
(I work the hardest)
I like the way she wear her hair
I like her crazy style (I love it)
I do her like a math equation
When I break her down (break her down)
I ain't tell none of her secrets
That she done told me bout
At first I was scared to reveal it
I wanna show her now
I really consider myself goin up ya nahmsayin
30 you a fool for this one
I f*ck wit you, you f*ck wit me
Let's f*ck wit we
I'm on a whole nother vibe right now shawty
Ya nahmsayin
You gotta feel where I'm comin from ha ha
Aye rich homie
Swallow my pride
I realized that it won't hurt to call her
I watch her blossom from a
Seed to a perfect flower
Gave me her heart and yeah she trust me
I can't hurt lil' shawty
I'm her employee of the month
Because I work the hardest
I like the way she wear her hair
I like her crazy style
I do her like a math equation
When I break her down
I ain't tell none of her secrets
That she done told me 'bout
At first I was scared to reveal it
I wanna show her now
Presidential I feel like Obama
Girl you look so good I thank yo momma
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
You were there for me when
I ain't had nothin' (you were there for me)
Them other bitches they just want my money
(f*ck them hoes)
I threw you on the gram bae
That when we went public yeah
Money talk like Charlie Sheen
Chris Tucker discussion yeah
When you first start talkin' to me
You was on that f*ck shit yeah
When I first told you I loved you
You ain't really love me
First day I met you I tried to f*ck
Now that's a introduction (rich homie baby)
Sacrifice my feelings and my emotions
And all my time (that right too)
You one of one baby
They don't make no more your kind
(you one of one baby)
Can't get in my phone, I changed the code
You know I'm lyin'
And it's hard for me to put it to the side
Swallow my pride
I realized that it won't hurt to call her
(hurt to call her)
I watch her blossom from a
Seed to a perfect flower (perfect flower)
Gave me her heart and yeah she trust me
I can't hurt lil' shawty (hurt lil' shawty)
I'm her employee of the month
Because I work the hardest
I like the way she wear her hair
I like her crazy style
I do her like a math equation
When I break her down (break her down)
I ain't tell none of her secrets
That she done told me bout
At first I was scared to reveal it
I wanna show her now
I wanna take you out, show you off
Might take her home to my people
Might pop the question, might take a walk
Might put a ring on your finger
I fell in love wit the
Way you wear your hair
I fell in love wit yo demeanor
And I could never take your love for granted
And I couldn't never front like Ion't need ya
I can't just tell you how I feel
I wanna show the world
You were nobody when we start talkin'
I didn't know ya girl
You get emotional and vulnerable
When you open up
Wanna be like Jay and Beyonce
But we not close enough
Can't get you off my mind
(I been thinkin' bout you shawty)
Say you took me back time again after time
(despite what we been through)
Say you took me back after all of my lying
(I love you shawty)
To be real bae I don't know how we survived
But we did bae thank God you stayed down
Swallow my pride
I realized that it won't hurt to call her
(hurt to call) i watch her blossom from a
Seed to a perfect flower (perfect flower)
Gave me her heart and yeah she trust me
I can't hurt lil' shawty
(can't hurt lil' shawty)
I'm her employee of the month
Because I work the hardest
(I work the hardest)
I like the way she wear her hair
I like her crazy style (I love it)
I do her like a math equation
When I break her down (break her down)
I ain't tell none of her secrets
That she done told me bout
At first I was scared to reveal it
I wanna show her now
Writer: DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, LAMONT PORTER, SAMUEL GLOADE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Achieving
I wake up every day and first and foremost I thank God, nahmsayin
'Cause a lot of people didn't wake up, haha
But I did nigga
I told my kids I love 'em too
Most importantly, I love my motherf*ckin' team nigga (that boy Cassius)
Where they do that at? Boy turn on your location
Ain't never had nothin', use that for motivation
Shine on them niggas, so what if they hatin'
Can't rush what God got for you, got to have patience
Never said that it would be easy
Never give up, know you can achieve it
If you got kids then let them be the reason
That you go hard for as long as you're breathin'
I been workin' wit no days off, blind to the bullshit, baby I'm Ray Charles
Stay down Quan, I promise this shit here gon' pay off
Hold it down, but I might Harlem shake the hate off
Been about my paper, I'm a business man
Don't give me the fire 'cause I might hit his ass
I had my eyes closed but I was listenin'
Might get lost on somebody island, Giligan
Tell me when them nigga turn they back, what you gon' do dawg?
Sideways talkin' 'bout the situation, lose yours
It ain't never 'bout no money, boy when you talk
Converted to a safe, ya know it used to be a shoebox
Where they do that at? Boy turn on your location
Ain't never had nothin' use that for motivation
Shine on them niggas, so what if they hatin'
Can't rush what God got for you, you got to have patience
Never said that it would be easy
Never give up, know you can achieve it
If you got kids then let them be the reason
That you go hard for as long as you're breathin'
Hurry up and give it to 'em, don't make 'em wait long
Shawty hurt my feelings, had to stay strong
Bags under my eyes, been up all day long
It's hard to see my pain when I got shades on
Don't cross that gun line, boy stay in the safe zone
Accept my call if I dial out on this pay phone
Walk in the bank, make a deposit, it won't take long
For no reason I gave 'em sum' else hate on
Face shown everywhere, I go because I'm good nigga
Spot off in the hills but never go Hollywood nigga
I ain't worry 'bout no nigga, I brought my gun in this bitch
Make sure you retire my number when I'm done wit' this shit
Where they do that at? Boy turn on your location
Ain't never had nothin', use that for motivation
Shine on them niggas, so what if they hatin'
Can't rush what God got for you, you got to have patience
Never said that it would be easy
Never give up, know you can achieve it
If you got kids then let them be the reason
That you go hard for as long as you're breathin' (long as you're breathin')
Niggas gon' talk, take 'em on they walls
I just want it all
Nigga tryna play, this a diamond chain
Nigga try me, playin'
'Cause a lot of people didn't wake up, haha
But I did nigga
I told my kids I love 'em too
Most importantly, I love my motherf*ckin' team nigga (that boy Cassius)
Where they do that at? Boy turn on your location
Ain't never had nothin', use that for motivation
Shine on them niggas, so what if they hatin'
Can't rush what God got for you, got to have patience
Never said that it would be easy
Never give up, know you can achieve it
If you got kids then let them be the reason
That you go hard for as long as you're breathin'
I been workin' wit no days off, blind to the bullshit, baby I'm Ray Charles
Stay down Quan, I promise this shit here gon' pay off
Hold it down, but I might Harlem shake the hate off
Been about my paper, I'm a business man
Don't give me the fire 'cause I might hit his ass
I had my eyes closed but I was listenin'
Might get lost on somebody island, Giligan
Tell me when them nigga turn they back, what you gon' do dawg?
Sideways talkin' 'bout the situation, lose yours
It ain't never 'bout no money, boy when you talk
Converted to a safe, ya know it used to be a shoebox
Where they do that at? Boy turn on your location
Ain't never had nothin' use that for motivation
Shine on them niggas, so what if they hatin'
Can't rush what God got for you, you got to have patience
Never said that it would be easy
Never give up, know you can achieve it
If you got kids then let them be the reason
That you go hard for as long as you're breathin'
Hurry up and give it to 'em, don't make 'em wait long
Shawty hurt my feelings, had to stay strong
Bags under my eyes, been up all day long
It's hard to see my pain when I got shades on
Don't cross that gun line, boy stay in the safe zone
Accept my call if I dial out on this pay phone
Walk in the bank, make a deposit, it won't take long
For no reason I gave 'em sum' else hate on
Face shown everywhere, I go because I'm good nigga
Spot off in the hills but never go Hollywood nigga
I ain't worry 'bout no nigga, I brought my gun in this bitch
Make sure you retire my number when I'm done wit' this shit
Where they do that at? Boy turn on your location
Ain't never had nothin', use that for motivation
Shine on them niggas, so what if they hatin'
Can't rush what God got for you, you got to have patience
Never said that it would be easy
Never give up, know you can achieve it
If you got kids then let them be the reason
That you go hard for as long as you're breathin' (long as you're breathin')
Niggas gon' talk, take 'em on they walls
I just want it all
Nigga tryna play, this a diamond chain
Nigga try me, playin'
Writer: Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Joshua Cross
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Deep
Migos!
Thug!
Rich Homie!
Young Rich Homie!
I done told all of these bitches
I don't not no want no more kisses
I done told all of my niggas
They better get up and go get it
I done told all of these bitches and niggas
It's my indecision
And I want them racks and I don't care who go get it
Feel like I'm in too deep
Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think I'm gone spoil her
I can't fall in love with the fishes
Young nigga I think I did it
I'm in way too deep with the digits
Falling in love with the Benji's
So deep in the game I might drown
I play with the fishes, no flounder
I sip on the Actavis, it keep me grounded
I was missing one thing but I found it (Money!)
You niggas ain't shit
You wanna see a nigga fall
But I stand tall
Locked up behind the wall
Making county calls
Remember the time when my teacher said I wouldn't make it?
I'm hungry, I know that the M & M's coming, I taste it
I done told all of these bitches
I don't not no want no more kisses
I done told all of my niggas
They better get up and go get it
I done told all of these bitches and niggas
It's my indecision
And I want them racks and I don't care who go get it
Feel like I'm in too deep
Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think I'm gone spoil her
I can't fall in love with the fishes
Young nigga I think I did it
I'm in way too deep with the digits
Falling in love with the Benji's
Too many little bitty bitches
And I know that she gone whip me something
She making profit in the kitchens
Me and Quan
We gotta run
Too many hoes in the studio
I hit lil' mama wit the switcheroo
Now she ride us like a rodeo
Aww man
They wanna boot up on that Molly, San-Tan
So we gave em a whole gram
She didn't wanna pop it
She told me she wanted to lick it off my hand
Damn
Young nigga in way too deep with her
Switcheroo yo' hoe let me hit her
Ain't ate in a week, I need 3 dinners
3 piece, thick thighs no miss, winner
I'm in too deep like Omar Epps
Where Nia Long at?
Keep calling my phone I don't want dis bitch
You can have yo' hoe back
Deep in some water
F*ck yo fish
I'm 'bout to throw it back
Lame ass nigga gone go for that
Pistols showing, you know I'm strapped
I'm in too deep
And I ain't talkin' bout water baby
I met you at the trap house
I ain't have to take yo' order baby
I done told all of these bitches
I don't not no want no more kisses
I done told all of my niggas
They better get up and go get it
I done told all of these bitches and niggas
It's my indecision
And I want them racks and I don't care who go get it
Feel like I'm in too deep
Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think I'm gone spoil her
I can't fall in love with the fishes
Young nigga I think I did it
I'm in way too deep with the digits
Falling in love with the Benji's
Thug!
Rich Homie!
Young Rich Homie!
I done told all of these bitches
I don't not no want no more kisses
I done told all of my niggas
They better get up and go get it
I done told all of these bitches and niggas
It's my indecision
And I want them racks and I don't care who go get it
Feel like I'm in too deep
Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think I'm gone spoil her
I can't fall in love with the fishes
Young nigga I think I did it
I'm in way too deep with the digits
Falling in love with the Benji's
So deep in the game I might drown
I play with the fishes, no flounder
I sip on the Actavis, it keep me grounded
I was missing one thing but I found it (Money!)
You niggas ain't shit
You wanna see a nigga fall
But I stand tall
Locked up behind the wall
Making county calls
Remember the time when my teacher said I wouldn't make it?
I'm hungry, I know that the M & M's coming, I taste it
I done told all of these bitches
I don't not no want no more kisses
I done told all of my niggas
They better get up and go get it
I done told all of these bitches and niggas
It's my indecision
And I want them racks and I don't care who go get it
Feel like I'm in too deep
Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think I'm gone spoil her
I can't fall in love with the fishes
Young nigga I think I did it
I'm in way too deep with the digits
Falling in love with the Benji's
Too many little bitty bitches
And I know that she gone whip me something
She making profit in the kitchens
Me and Quan
We gotta run
Too many hoes in the studio
I hit lil' mama wit the switcheroo
Now she ride us like a rodeo
Aww man
They wanna boot up on that Molly, San-Tan
So we gave em a whole gram
She didn't wanna pop it
She told me she wanted to lick it off my hand
Damn
Young nigga in way too deep with her
Switcheroo yo' hoe let me hit her
Ain't ate in a week, I need 3 dinners
3 piece, thick thighs no miss, winner
I'm in too deep like Omar Epps
Where Nia Long at?
Keep calling my phone I don't want dis bitch
You can have yo' hoe back
Deep in some water
F*ck yo fish
I'm 'bout to throw it back
Lame ass nigga gone go for that
Pistols showing, you know I'm strapped
I'm in too deep
And I ain't talkin' bout water baby
I met you at the trap house
I ain't have to take yo' order baby
I done told all of these bitches
I don't not no want no more kisses
I done told all of my niggas
They better get up and go get it
I done told all of these bitches and niggas
It's my indecision
And I want them racks and I don't care who go get it
Feel like I'm in too deep
Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think I'm gone spoil her
I can't fall in love with the fishes
Young nigga I think I did it
I'm in way too deep with the digits
Falling in love with the Benji's
Writer: CARLTON MAYS, KIRSNICK KHARI BALL, KIARI KENDRELL CEPHUS, DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, QUAVIOUS KEYATE MARSHALL, JEFFREY WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Foot Soldier
30 you a fool for this one
I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I'm done wit it
Can't help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga
(Talk to 'em Rich Homie)
Every man for theyself
That what my people taught me
(that what my people taught me)
Blood suckin' ticks
Tryna keep the leeches off me
(get the f*ck up off me nigga)
Spray a lil' cologne
Tryna keep the reefer off me
(that right too) multiply and division
What my teacher taught me
Celebratin' life everyday
Kickin' shit on another level
Can't do it by myself
Me and my team had to come together
And we may have differences but
We talk 'em out, yeah amongst the fellas
Standin' in the driveway
Me and Monta wit a bunch of hittas
I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I'm done wit it
Can't help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga
I watch my patna go broke
He was up a whole mill (that right too)
I done been hurt so many times
I ain't got no feelings (too many times)
When I talk to a man look him in his eye
That's how you know I'm serious
And I know I'm different, I'm so ambitious
I go and get it (hey hey)
Countin' that money
I ain't need no assistance (nah nigga)
I'm Michael Jordan, you a Scottie Pippen
(I'm 23, ball) and if they don't get the
Message then it's questions
What they still askin' (say what?)
Lookin' at my bling, countin' my rings
Phil Jackson
I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I'm done wit it
Can't help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga
I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I'm done wit it
Can't help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga
(Talk to 'em Rich Homie)
Every man for theyself
That what my people taught me
(that what my people taught me)
Blood suckin' ticks
Tryna keep the leeches off me
(get the f*ck up off me nigga)
Spray a lil' cologne
Tryna keep the reefer off me
(that right too) multiply and division
What my teacher taught me
Celebratin' life everyday
Kickin' shit on another level
Can't do it by myself
Me and my team had to come together
And we may have differences but
We talk 'em out, yeah amongst the fellas
Standin' in the driveway
Me and Monta wit a bunch of hittas
I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I'm done wit it
Can't help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga
I watch my patna go broke
He was up a whole mill (that right too)
I done been hurt so many times
I ain't got no feelings (too many times)
When I talk to a man look him in his eye
That's how you know I'm serious
And I know I'm different, I'm so ambitious
I go and get it (hey hey)
Countin' that money
I ain't need no assistance (nah nigga)
I'm Michael Jordan, you a Scottie Pippen
(I'm 23, ball) and if they don't get the
Message then it's questions
What they still askin' (say what?)
Lookin' at my bling, countin' my rings
Phil Jackson
I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I'm done wit it
Can't help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga
Writer: DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, LAMONT PORTER, SAMUEL GLOADE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Let's Go Up
That Boy Cass
Tonight baby let's go up
We some big players, we can call the shots
I might fishtail out the parking lot
Tonight baby let's go up i told lil' shawty
"Play her part and keep it cool"
We gon' get this money
We ain't got shit to do
Tonight baby let's go up
You got me stuck and babygirl I'm so in love
But I don't want you to think
I'm talkin' 'bout no drug
Tonight baby let's go up
Give me your heart and I
Promise I show you different
When I put my bitch on so she can get it
Tonight baby let's go up
I went up last night me and shawty did
(shawty) got too drunk
F*cked around and stayed at shawty crib
(shawty) you not no boss if you do
Not know them losses feel (losses)
No insurance
I pay cash on all my doctor bills (I did)
Gucci shirt, I do not know how Lacoste feel
(Lacoste) my stomach hurt, no more X
No I'm not poppin' pills (poppin')
One in the chamber, fire your ass up
How that rocket feel? (fa-fa-fa)
Like stone cold, I need a cold one
I might pop a beer (say what?)
I order steak
She order rice and plus the lobster tail
(we did)
Take a day off, bae get a massage and go to
I love this money, it ain't hard to tell
(okay)
Don't be insecure, you got my heart as well
Tonight baby let's go up
We some big players, we can call the shots
I might fishtail out the parking lot
Tonight baby let's go up i told lil' shawty
"Play her part and keep it cool"
We gon' get this money
We ain't got shit to do
Tonight baby let's go up
You got me stuck and babygirl I'm so in love
But I don't want you to think
I'm talkin' 'bout no drug
Tonight baby let's go up
Give me your heart and I
Promise I show you different
When I put my bitch on so she can get it
Tonight baby let's go up
Made some money
All my hoes say I don't act the same
(make some money)
Get some head while I'm on my
Way to the Falcons game (I'm on the way)
Regular nigga wit normal problems
I didn't ask for fame (no no)
He trigger happy
That lil' nigga ready to catch a stain
Run up on me, and I won't hestitate
Watch what I say, my case still open
They investigatin'
Got a Jesus Piece around my neck
So I feel blessed today (amen)
Just learn from 'em, don't regret mistakes
(that right too)
Might pull up to the hood and catch a play
(okay)
If a nigga get wrong, I might catch a fade
(what) tryna be wealthy
You know that's next to paid
(rich homie baby)
Ain't gon be nothin' after us
Because we it nigga (okay)
Come kick it wit a rich nigga
Tonight baby let's go up
We some big players, we can call the shots
I might fishtail out the parking lot
Tonight baby let's go up i told lil' shawty
"Play her part and keep it cool"
We gon' get this money
We ain't got shit to do
Tonight baby let's go up
You got me stuck and babygirl I'm so in love
But I don't want you to think
I'm talkin' 'bout no drug
Tonight baby let's go up
Give me your heart and I
Promise I show you different
When I put my bitch on so she can get it
Tonight baby let's go up
Tonight baby let's go up
We some big players, we can call the shots
I might fishtail out the parking lot
Tonight baby let's go up i told lil' shawty
"Play her part and keep it cool"
We gon' get this money
We ain't got shit to do
Tonight baby let's go up
You got me stuck and babygirl I'm so in love
But I don't want you to think
I'm talkin' 'bout no drug
Tonight baby let's go up
Give me your heart and I
Promise I show you different
When I put my bitch on so she can get it
Tonight baby let's go up
I went up last night me and shawty did
(shawty) got too drunk
F*cked around and stayed at shawty crib
(shawty) you not no boss if you do
Not know them losses feel (losses)
No insurance
I pay cash on all my doctor bills (I did)
Gucci shirt, I do not know how Lacoste feel
(Lacoste) my stomach hurt, no more X
No I'm not poppin' pills (poppin')
One in the chamber, fire your ass up
How that rocket feel? (fa-fa-fa)
Like stone cold, I need a cold one
I might pop a beer (say what?)
I order steak
She order rice and plus the lobster tail
(we did)
Take a day off, bae get a massage and go to
I love this money, it ain't hard to tell
(okay)
Don't be insecure, you got my heart as well
Tonight baby let's go up
We some big players, we can call the shots
I might fishtail out the parking lot
Tonight baby let's go up i told lil' shawty
"Play her part and keep it cool"
We gon' get this money
We ain't got shit to do
Tonight baby let's go up
You got me stuck and babygirl I'm so in love
But I don't want you to think
I'm talkin' 'bout no drug
Tonight baby let's go up
Give me your heart and I
Promise I show you different
When I put my bitch on so she can get it
Tonight baby let's go up
Made some money
All my hoes say I don't act the same
(make some money)
Get some head while I'm on my
Way to the Falcons game (I'm on the way)
Regular nigga wit normal problems
I didn't ask for fame (no no)
He trigger happy
That lil' nigga ready to catch a stain
Run up on me, and I won't hestitate
Watch what I say, my case still open
They investigatin'
Got a Jesus Piece around my neck
So I feel blessed today (amen)
Just learn from 'em, don't regret mistakes
(that right too)
Might pull up to the hood and catch a play
(okay)
If a nigga get wrong, I might catch a fade
(what) tryna be wealthy
You know that's next to paid
(rich homie baby)
Ain't gon be nothin' after us
Because we it nigga (okay)
Come kick it wit a rich nigga
Tonight baby let's go up
We some big players, we can call the shots
I might fishtail out the parking lot
Tonight baby let's go up i told lil' shawty
"Play her part and keep it cool"
We gon' get this money
We ain't got shit to do
Tonight baby let's go up
You got me stuck and babygirl I'm so in love
But I don't want you to think
I'm talkin' 'bout no drug
Tonight baby let's go up
Give me your heart and I
Promise I show you different
When I put my bitch on so she can get it
Tonight baby let's go up
Writer: DEQUANTES DEVONTAY LAMAR, JOSHUA CROSS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Changed
If you ever thought I was going broke
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
F*ck you then
Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I've been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I'm not worried 'bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn't go to college
We 'bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I'm up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I'm insane
But I'm a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
In the trap, got off a whole thang
I flushed it all when them folks came
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
I wasn't in the club, put it up, I was saving
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Never switch it up, I'm the same Quan
Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I've been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I'm not worried 'bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn't go to college
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I wanted money just like Kinte
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
Told mama close the door, 'cause I'm jumpin' off the porch
My only mission is to get paid
Lock that money in a big safe
Ain't no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it's me
I ain't never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
I put a lil' money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
Money made, but I'm the same me, nigga
Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I've been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I'm not worried 'bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "look at me" and I didn't go to college
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
F*ck you then
Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I've been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I'm not worried 'bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn't go to college
We 'bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I'm up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I'm insane
But I'm a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
In the trap, got off a whole thang
I flushed it all when them folks came
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
I wasn't in the club, put it up, I was saving
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Never switch it up, I'm the same Quan
Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I've been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I'm not worried 'bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn't go to college
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I wanted money just like Kinte
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
Told mama close the door, 'cause I'm jumpin' off the porch
My only mission is to get paid
Lock that money in a big safe
Ain't no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it's me
I ain't never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
I put a lil' money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
Money made, but I'm the same me, nigga
Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I've been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I'm not worried 'bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "look at me" and I didn't go to college
Writer: Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Joshua Cross
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Understood
Aye look, peep game right, Nard & B I told Nard I just bought this new ice
He gon tell me I paid too much for this muhf*cka, haha
I think this muhf*cka hittin' though, Ion really give a damn Trenchwerk
Ay, I got these diamonds on my chain, tunnel vision on my brain
I'm just focused (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hundred dollars to my name, in the trap making plays
I just sold ya (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
And when they said I play no games, ride that beat like I'm insane
I need a chauffeur (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Misunderstand ain't understood, the closest he been to the hood
Was the motor (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
First 48 he in that room, I heard he slipped when he told
Got this beat from our boy Ye, you know they dipped it in gold
I been hustling ain't no refund, when I ship it, it's sold
I don't trust none of these niggas so I'm gripping my tool
Momma said "stay on your feet", so yeah I tip in my shoes
I keep my eyes on they mouth, right when they whisper the move
Woke up this morning, told my son, "RoRo this one for you"
I hid some money under the tongue, in the front of the stu
Influence them they wanna live just like me
Buy property and own they home just like me
Keep that money save it up and they gon' hate clearly
I couldn't afford it growing up but never fake jewelry
Now I got these diamonds on my chain, tunnel vision on my brain
I'm just focused (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hundred dollars to my name, in the trap making plays
I just sold ya (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
And when they said I play no games, ride that beat like I'm insane
I need a chauffeur (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Misunderstand ain't understood, the closest he been to the hood
Was the motor (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Get on these beats, I close my eyes, and yeah I speak from my soul
I keep that heater under my pillow 'cause I can't sleep when it's cold
I can't f*ck with none of these niggas I be peepin' they hoes
And I made it out the hood I had to reach for my goals
I had to learn it by myself for when my teacher was gone
She said I never wouldn't be shit but see my teacher was wrong
I know that karma coming back and yeah, you reap what you sow
They thought my ship was going to sink, I had to keep it afloat
Thought I went broke but I was just saving up
I still ain't met my quota and I still ain't made enough
Keep that money save it up and they gon hate clearly
I couldn't afford it growing up but never fake jewelry
Now I got these diamonds on my chain, tunnel vision on my brain
I'm just focused (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hundred dollars to my name, in the trap making plays
I just sold ya (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
And when they said I play no games, ride that beat like I'm insane
I need a chauffeur (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Misunderstand ain't understood, the closest he been to the hood
Was the motor (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
He gon tell me I paid too much for this muhf*cka, haha
I think this muhf*cka hittin' though, Ion really give a damn Trenchwerk
Ay, I got these diamonds on my chain, tunnel vision on my brain
I'm just focused (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hundred dollars to my name, in the trap making plays
I just sold ya (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
And when they said I play no games, ride that beat like I'm insane
I need a chauffeur (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Misunderstand ain't understood, the closest he been to the hood
Was the motor (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
First 48 he in that room, I heard he slipped when he told
Got this beat from our boy Ye, you know they dipped it in gold
I been hustling ain't no refund, when I ship it, it's sold
I don't trust none of these niggas so I'm gripping my tool
Momma said "stay on your feet", so yeah I tip in my shoes
I keep my eyes on they mouth, right when they whisper the move
Woke up this morning, told my son, "RoRo this one for you"
I hid some money under the tongue, in the front of the stu
Influence them they wanna live just like me
Buy property and own they home just like me
Keep that money save it up and they gon' hate clearly
I couldn't afford it growing up but never fake jewelry
Now I got these diamonds on my chain, tunnel vision on my brain
I'm just focused (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hundred dollars to my name, in the trap making plays
I just sold ya (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
And when they said I play no games, ride that beat like I'm insane
I need a chauffeur (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Misunderstand ain't understood, the closest he been to the hood
Was the motor (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Get on these beats, I close my eyes, and yeah I speak from my soul
I keep that heater under my pillow 'cause I can't sleep when it's cold
I can't f*ck with none of these niggas I be peepin' they hoes
And I made it out the hood I had to reach for my goals
I had to learn it by myself for when my teacher was gone
She said I never wouldn't be shit but see my teacher was wrong
I know that karma coming back and yeah, you reap what you sow
They thought my ship was going to sink, I had to keep it afloat
Thought I went broke but I was just saving up
I still ain't met my quota and I still ain't made enough
Keep that money save it up and they gon hate clearly
I couldn't afford it growing up but never fake jewelry
Now I got these diamonds on my chain, tunnel vision on my brain
I'm just focused (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hundred dollars to my name, in the trap making plays
I just sold ya (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
And when they said I play no games, ride that beat like I'm insane
I need a chauffeur (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Misunderstand ain't understood, the closest he been to the hood
Was the motor (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Writer: Brandon Rackley, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, James Bernard Jr Rosser
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
4rm Me to U
Yeah, Aye catour f*ck it up
Gotta sit on this mic 'cause I
Can't keep my thoughts inside me
And I keep them hoes at
My spot like Michael Lowrey
Got a bad lil bih from Paris
Met her at the Eiffel Tower
Bought a brand new watch for my birthday but
I ain't put no ice around it (no no)
I can't change the person I am baby but
I can change the way that I live
(rich homie)
And if a thing happened for a reason
Baby I can't change nothing I did (uh uh)
If I could change anything baby
Wouldn't've made you never aborted that kid
But I did and it's on my mind still
(I'm sorry baby)
I been tryna find a way to forgive
(tryna find a way)
You want diamonds off in my ear
Shinin', they know I'm clear, behind me
They in the rear
We kickin' pimpin' over here
No lame bitches over here
I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid
On they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do
A lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week
We had to split it all this money boy
I told him let's get paid homie
I do this shit for gang gang
Gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel
Just like a slave owner
All these nigga takin' swag
Hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it
They ain't ever pay homage
I put a lot these niggas on and
I still ain't got my credit
But I ain't mad though
(nah) 'cause I could've been mad broke (yeah)
I watch my momma work a double just to
Feed all her kids 'cause that bag slow
(she got like three of em)
Gotta make that cash flow (I love you momma)
But I couldn't let my momma struggle
So I got me a job (nah nigga)
But she ain't know my job require
A gun 'cause I rob
She ain't ever understand what was
Back in the kitchen, residue on the floors
(I was hustlin') she ain't know about the
Shootout in her truck
(fa-fa-fa) , until I was involved
She ain't know about the co-defendant I had
Kept it one hundred took the charge
(I didn't take shit)
You the only one put somethin' on my books
When I was in jail and I starved
(when I was locked up)
Cut from a different cloth
I'm as rare as they come
And I'ma keep ballin' on these bitches
Like my hair is gone (rich homie baby)
I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid
On they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do
A lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week
We had to split it all this
Money boy, I told him let's get paid homie
I do this shit for gang gang
Gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel
Just like a slave owner
All these niggas takin' swag
Hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it they
Ain't never paid homage
At this point, yeen got
To bro, haha nahmsayin
I watch myself put you
Niggas on, ya feel me, so at
This point I'm dead nigga, homie
Gotta sit on this mic 'cause I
Can't keep my thoughts inside me
And I keep them hoes at
My spot like Michael Lowrey
Got a bad lil bih from Paris
Met her at the Eiffel Tower
Bought a brand new watch for my birthday but
I ain't put no ice around it (no no)
I can't change the person I am baby but
I can change the way that I live
(rich homie)
And if a thing happened for a reason
Baby I can't change nothing I did (uh uh)
If I could change anything baby
Wouldn't've made you never aborted that kid
But I did and it's on my mind still
(I'm sorry baby)
I been tryna find a way to forgive
(tryna find a way)
You want diamonds off in my ear
Shinin', they know I'm clear, behind me
They in the rear
We kickin' pimpin' over here
No lame bitches over here
I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid
On they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do
A lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week
We had to split it all this money boy
I told him let's get paid homie
I do this shit for gang gang
Gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel
Just like a slave owner
All these nigga takin' swag
Hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it
They ain't ever pay homage
I put a lot these niggas on and
I still ain't got my credit
But I ain't mad though
(nah) 'cause I could've been mad broke (yeah)
I watch my momma work a double just to
Feed all her kids 'cause that bag slow
(she got like three of em)
Gotta make that cash flow (I love you momma)
But I couldn't let my momma struggle
So I got me a job (nah nigga)
But she ain't know my job require
A gun 'cause I rob
She ain't ever understand what was
Back in the kitchen, residue on the floors
(I was hustlin') she ain't know about the
Shootout in her truck
(fa-fa-fa) , until I was involved
She ain't know about the co-defendant I had
Kept it one hundred took the charge
(I didn't take shit)
You the only one put somethin' on my books
When I was in jail and I starved
(when I was locked up)
Cut from a different cloth
I'm as rare as they come
And I'ma keep ballin' on these bitches
Like my hair is gone (rich homie baby)
I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid
On they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do
A lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week
We had to split it all this
Money boy, I told him let's get paid homie
I do this shit for gang gang
Gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel
Just like a slave owner
All these niggas takin' swag
Hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it they
Ain't never paid homage
At this point, yeen got
To bro, haha nahmsayin
I watch myself put you
Niggas on, ya feel me, so at
This point I'm dead nigga, homie
Writer: Latasha Williams, Dequantes Lamar, Xeryus Gittens
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Simon Says
Yeah nard & B
Nigga know what the f*ck goin'
When they hear that shit
Nah real talk man, I been on this shit nigga
Trenchwerk
Simon says get the money, so we got enough
We was down bad
Didn't take long to get it up
I told my momma sorry I'll be back
My pistol tucked she told me, "Son, I love
You, just keep goin', don't give it up"
I done been around the world twice
But still ain't seen it all
Left a couple of my partners in the
Past but I didn't leave 'em all
I told my dawg
"I'm clutch just like Kobe but
I need the ball"
And I told my buddy if he get locked up
Don't worry just give me a call
Way before the necklace
Way before the goons was watchin'
(yeah yeah) we weren't gettin' no money
Me and my brother were clothes swappin'
(yeah yeah) keep my business to myself
I heard them niggas name droppin'
(f*ck them niggas)
I make your problem my problem
We shoot at the same target (fa-fa-fa)
They been hatin' all round town dawg
Prayin' on my downfall
Thinkin' this shit sweet, f*ck around
I pop up like a groundhog (I will)
Lost it all and got it back
I got another chance (I did)
I rather do it by myself
Can't trust another man (Rich homie)
Girl my shit so f*cked up
I prolly won't trust again (I won't)
She been actin' stuck up
I must just go bust her friend (I swear)
Thought I wouldn't never fall in love
But I'm gettin' that rush again
(I love you baby)
My pockets on Wheel of Fortune 'cause
I don't know what you sayin'
Simon says get the money, so we got enough
We was down bad
Didn't take long to get it up
I told my momma, "Sorry, I'll be back
My pistol tucked" she told me, "Son, I love
You, just keep goin', don't give it up"
I done been around the world twice
But still ain't seen it all
Left a couple of my partners in the
Past but I didn't leave 'em all
I told my dawg
"I'm clutch just like Kobe but
I need the ball"
And I told my buddy if he get locked up
Don't worry just give me a call
They laugh, ooh I swear it feel like I
Done lived this life before
12 patted me down so in my draws
Is where I hide the tool
(that where I hide it)
Used to get it from my bro but broke
I swear I watched him go
Growin' up influenced by the streets
What was I to do? Made so much money
Can't hit a nigga 'cause he might try and sue
And the only time I hold my head
Down is when I tie my shoe
Better put up that loot
Get an umbrella for them rainy days
I start drankin' that juice
Poppin' them percs, to take that pain away
I know kids lookin' up to me
I'm the one they wishin' up to be
Grind hard, always get some money
In this world nothin' come for free
Simon says do it for ya fam
Simon says better go hard
Simon says don't spend it all today
Better have some for tomorrow
Simon says get the money, so we got enough
We was down bad
Didn't take long to get it up
I told my momma, "Sorry, I'll be back
My pistol tucked" she told me, "Son, I love
You, just keep goin', don't give it up"
I done been around the world twice
But still ain't seen it all
Left a couple of my partners in the
Past but I didn't leave 'em all
I told my dawg
"I'm clutch just like Kobe but
I need the ball"
And I told my buddy if he get locked up
Don't worry just give me a call
Trenchwerk
Nigga know what the f*ck goin'
When they hear that shit
Nah real talk man, I been on this shit nigga
Trenchwerk
Simon says get the money, so we got enough
We was down bad
Didn't take long to get it up
I told my momma sorry I'll be back
My pistol tucked she told me, "Son, I love
You, just keep goin', don't give it up"
I done been around the world twice
But still ain't seen it all
Left a couple of my partners in the
Past but I didn't leave 'em all
I told my dawg
"I'm clutch just like Kobe but
I need the ball"
And I told my buddy if he get locked up
Don't worry just give me a call
Way before the necklace
Way before the goons was watchin'
(yeah yeah) we weren't gettin' no money
Me and my brother were clothes swappin'
(yeah yeah) keep my business to myself
I heard them niggas name droppin'
(f*ck them niggas)
I make your problem my problem
We shoot at the same target (fa-fa-fa)
They been hatin' all round town dawg
Prayin' on my downfall
Thinkin' this shit sweet, f*ck around
I pop up like a groundhog (I will)
Lost it all and got it back
I got another chance (I did)
I rather do it by myself
Can't trust another man (Rich homie)
Girl my shit so f*cked up
I prolly won't trust again (I won't)
She been actin' stuck up
I must just go bust her friend (I swear)
Thought I wouldn't never fall in love
But I'm gettin' that rush again
(I love you baby)
My pockets on Wheel of Fortune 'cause
I don't know what you sayin'
Simon says get the money, so we got enough
We was down bad
Didn't take long to get it up
I told my momma, "Sorry, I'll be back
My pistol tucked" she told me, "Son, I love
You, just keep goin', don't give it up"
I done been around the world twice
But still ain't seen it all
Left a couple of my partners in the
Past but I didn't leave 'em all
I told my dawg
"I'm clutch just like Kobe but
I need the ball"
And I told my buddy if he get locked up
Don't worry just give me a call
They laugh, ooh I swear it feel like I
Done lived this life before
12 patted me down so in my draws
Is where I hide the tool
(that where I hide it)
Used to get it from my bro but broke
I swear I watched him go
Growin' up influenced by the streets
What was I to do? Made so much money
Can't hit a nigga 'cause he might try and sue
And the only time I hold my head
Down is when I tie my shoe
Better put up that loot
Get an umbrella for them rainy days
I start drankin' that juice
Poppin' them percs, to take that pain away
I know kids lookin' up to me
I'm the one they wishin' up to be
Grind hard, always get some money
In this world nothin' come for free
Simon says do it for ya fam
Simon says better go hard
Simon says don't spend it all today
Better have some for tomorrow
Simon says get the money, so we got enough
We was down bad
Didn't take long to get it up
I told my momma, "Sorry, I'll be back
My pistol tucked" she told me, "Son, I love
You, just keep goin', don't give it up"
I done been around the world twice
But still ain't seen it all
Left a couple of my partners in the
Past but I didn't leave 'em all
I told my dawg
"I'm clutch just like Kobe but
I need the ball"
And I told my buddy if he get locked up
Don't worry just give me a call
Trenchwerk
Writer: Brandon Rackley, Dequantes Lamar, James Rosser
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Think About It
[ Featuring Rick Ross ]
Damn man (Nard & B)
I done just woke up
A f*ckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another bitch
(Trenchwerk) and another bankroll, hey
I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin'
Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty spaces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I watch my cousin the kitchen, he like a slave whipped (he whip it up)
My uncle died from that needle, yeah it was AIDS nigga (my Uncle Roy)
Turner Field might be gone but I'm still brave nigga (say what)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
That money counter count it for me, I'ma made man (that money baby)
I told my buddy, "Don't reneg," like a spades hand (I don't renig)
These Cartiers but they used to be some Ray Bans (rich homie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
Everyday I'm Sunday fresh, I talk that shit just like a preacher (I talk that shit)
Niggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)
They don't hear what I'm sayin', they like a car without no speakers (that right too)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin'
Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces (it's the biggest)
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
Reservations at Chops, Lamborghinis no tops
Menages for lunch, Ferraris out front
We might f*ck on the lake, so much paper to make
Rubberbands on the hundreds, sip Rosé in the bank
I made her quit her job, Moschino, she's a star
Versace in the fall, Gucci, I keep her raw
She so clean and Celine, pussy cute as could be
I like to take photos, I just to keep 'em for me
Flatline, f*ck her 'till that pussy dead (the biggest)
Keep her off that social media a couple day
She went and got it tatted, said a nigga name
She know I got her back, I mean a million ways
I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin'
Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
Writer: Brandon Rackley, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, James Rosser, Ricker Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bossman
I gotta watch them niggas, man
I gotta watch them bitches, too
I gotta watch all them folk, man
Don't nobody wanna see me win
I'm losing faith in the people I think I love the most
It's hard to trust, I've been hurt before
Take it for what it's worth
I bought a watch and that muthaf*cka, it cost a band
I promise this shit, we won't take a loss again
'Cause I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm Rich Homie, baby
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
Say, I'm the boss man, I was tough man, coming up
I played my Walkman when I was walking, to the bus
Don't get caught, man, money talk, man, listen up
My trigger finger by the middle finger 'cause I ain't never gave a f*ck
I got no small change, these are Balmains, a thousand bucks
I met a guy that I had to fly there, to meet the plug
We may dap it up, show some love, but don't mention my ho name
Work my move on my man, and he fronted me a whole thang
Tomorrow is not promised, and God ain't gave us an option
I'm the boss man, yeah, like benefits with an office
In this bitch 'cause I bought it, I know that I'm truly gifted
The more money I make, feel like my fam acting differently
I'm losing faith in the people I think I love the most
It's hard to trust, I've been hurt before
Take it for what it's worth
I bought a watch and that muthaf*cka, it cost a band
I promise this shit, we won't take a loss again
'Cause I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
A boss man don't go out looking for no work
A boss man sit back, don't get his hands dirt
Boss man on the phone making plays at the house or something
I've done got a little lazy, let the money counter count it first
Boss man, boss man what them bitches call me
Can't take no loss, man, naw, man, keep them leeches off me
For what it cost, bro, bought it, bro, just to boss up
Boss man eating lobster, dolla signs what I cough up
Feeling turbulence while I landing, I'm reading with understanding
You focused, got your attention, I'm hoping you comprehend
Don't approach me, don't want you near me
I'm stressing, drinking a fifth
I wanna give up so bad but I gotta get me the strength, hey
I'm losing faith in the people I think I love the most
It's hard to trust, I've been hurt before
Take it for what it's worth
I bought a watch and that muthaf*cka, it cost a band
I promise this shit, we won't take a loss again
Because I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I gotta watch them bitches, too
I gotta watch all them folk, man
Don't nobody wanna see me win
I'm losing faith in the people I think I love the most
It's hard to trust, I've been hurt before
Take it for what it's worth
I bought a watch and that muthaf*cka, it cost a band
I promise this shit, we won't take a loss again
'Cause I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm Rich Homie, baby
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
Say, I'm the boss man, I was tough man, coming up
I played my Walkman when I was walking, to the bus
Don't get caught, man, money talk, man, listen up
My trigger finger by the middle finger 'cause I ain't never gave a f*ck
I got no small change, these are Balmains, a thousand bucks
I met a guy that I had to fly there, to meet the plug
We may dap it up, show some love, but don't mention my ho name
Work my move on my man, and he fronted me a whole thang
Tomorrow is not promised, and God ain't gave us an option
I'm the boss man, yeah, like benefits with an office
In this bitch 'cause I bought it, I know that I'm truly gifted
The more money I make, feel like my fam acting differently
I'm losing faith in the people I think I love the most
It's hard to trust, I've been hurt before
Take it for what it's worth
I bought a watch and that muthaf*cka, it cost a band
I promise this shit, we won't take a loss again
'Cause I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
A boss man don't go out looking for no work
A boss man sit back, don't get his hands dirt
Boss man on the phone making plays at the house or something
I've done got a little lazy, let the money counter count it first
Boss man, boss man what them bitches call me
Can't take no loss, man, naw, man, keep them leeches off me
For what it cost, bro, bought it, bro, just to boss up
Boss man eating lobster, dolla signs what I cough up
Feeling turbulence while I landing, I'm reading with understanding
You focused, got your attention, I'm hoping you comprehend
Don't approach me, don't want you near me
I'm stressing, drinking a fifth
I wanna give up so bad but I gotta get me the strength, hey
I'm losing faith in the people I think I love the most
It's hard to trust, I've been hurt before
Take it for what it's worth
I bought a watch and that muthaf*cka, it cost a band
I promise this shit, we won't take a loss again
Because I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
I'm the boss man, I'm the boss man, I'm the boss
Writer: Dequantes Devontay Lamar
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rich as in Spirit is the debut studio album by American rapper Rich Homie Quan. It was released on March 16, 2018, by Motown Records. The album has been supported by two singles: "Changed" and "34". It features a sole guest appearance from rapper Rick Ross.
Performed By:
Rich Homie QuanGenre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): 30 Roc, Cassius Jay, Ch3f Cookup, Cheeze Beatz, D.I., Nard & B, Tasha Catour, Twon Beatz, Will-A-Fool, Xeryus G, Zaytoven
Length: 58:18
Released: March 16th, 2018
Year: 2018