Rich Homie Quan

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Be quiet, bro, bro

Yeah, this that shit here, man

Nigga gon' feel, brah



You know what I'm sayin', like

I'm on a whole 'nother one, man

I'm so content with the person I am

I can give a f**k about what you think about me, honestly, bro

Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I'm good, man



I got two bitches on call, no three-way

You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say

Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay

No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ

No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ

Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day

f**k her two times, every mornin' that's a replay

f**k her two times, every mornin' that's a replay



Niggas are rollin' big, niggas are drama queen

I be in between that money like I'm corn-beef

Run it up and stack it, you makin' money backwards

I'm throwin' nothin' but Jackson, rip it out the plastic

These niggas actin', these niggas actors

He ain't know his daddy, these niggas bastards

These niggas hatin', these niggas leechin'

f**k that bitch and everybody know it when they see me

Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha

f**k your feelin', everybody show 'em

I don't care 'cause everybody know 'em

The best nigga



I got two bitches on call, no three-way

You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say

Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay

No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ

No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ

Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day

f**k her two times, every mornin' that's a replay

f**k her two times, every mornin' that's a replay



Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin' like a skunk

Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil' nigga

Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I'm ridin'

I ain't stuntin' that negative shit, so please don't kill my vibe

I don't know what it's gone for one of y'all niggas understand

They feelin' some type of way, when I walked in like the man

I stuck to the strips, stayed down 'cause I had a plan

I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin'

I'm for real, these niggas are underestimatin' greatness

I'm for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me

All about that money

If it ain't 'bout money then it ain't 'bout nothin', lil' nigga

But I'm blowin' my money to keep these stacks clean

Killin' these niggas like I'm vaccine

You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine

Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen



I just wanna stack this money up high

I just wanna stack this money up high

Talkin' so high, I feel like I can fly

I'm talkin' so high, I feel like I can fly



I got two bitches on call, no three-way

You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say

Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay

No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ

No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ

Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day

f**k her two times, every mornin' that's a replay

f**k her two times, every mornin' that's a replay

Yeah, that's a replay, yeah, that's a replay

f**k her two times, yeah, that's a replay
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