Reloaded - Rich Homie Quan
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Aye
I promise
Rich Homie Baby
Quan
I will never stop going in
Yeah
Gangsta Grillz
Used to fuck bitches, said I wouldn't be shit (Yeah)
Look at me now, motherfucker, I'm rich (No)
Thinner than a motherfucker, you can smell this lick (Quan)
Gucci earmuffs, can't tell me shit (Guwop)
Gucci leather gloves, I'm feeling myself
Gucci pants, leather shoes, every time I step (Clean)
Gucci on my right foot and on the left (Gucci, Gucci)
Homie keep it Gucci like La Plaza at Phipps (Woo, woo)
Used to hide money in a brown Gucci box (Yeah)
Still throwing money in a brown Gucci box
Spent 95 hundred on a lil' Gucci watch (95)
Only two people down, just me and Stuart Rock (Stuart)
Five or seven months ago, I was up and got broke
Lost a couple partners but ain't never lost hope (Lil Ed, Lil Fizz)
Came up on some dollars
If it wasn't for life or poor, I would have been gone
Or in jail, or dead instead
I'm on the microphone, fucking with my Nikes on
Running in the pussy, she can't leave the dyke alone
Coming for the cookie, beat it, get the Michael on
But she on the go (That right, too)
No matter if I'm right or wrong, she gon' fuck with me (Yeah)
No matter how far I go, she gon' come get it (Ooh)
Baby, let's start over, we can be friends (From the beginning)
I am your card holder, throat in your hands (Rich Homie, baby)
The opposite of serious is playing around with a check (Yeah, ooh)
Heard I go in every song (I go in, baby)
And I ain't done yet (No, nigga)
'Cause I'm still going in (Still going in, baby)
Baby, baby, everybody say I'm next (I'm next)
My time is now (Right now)
And if the time comes down (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
If you ever get lonely, baby, you can call Rich Homie, baby
Whole lotta money (Money), with a whole lotta problems (Problems)
Whole lotta guns (Guns), got a whole lotta cash (Cash)
Got a whole lotta gators (Gators), got a whole lotta ice (Ice)
Worth a whole lotta money, I got more in my pocket (Yeah)
Talking Ben Frank (Ooh), who are you to stop me?
And who am I to blame?
I'ma let her on top, she gon' try to say my name
Go and hit her from the back, Damon Wayans, Magic Paint
Might bang, bang, bang (Bang), feel like Pac (Hoo, hoo)
Big chinchilla, I been laying on the fox (Cold)
Haters on the sideline, praying for me to fall (Yeah)
And I'm settled like primetime, I'ma take the ball
Rich Homie coming up (Ooh, ooh), these niggas looking sour (Ooh, ooh)
These niggas switch up (Ooh, ooh), these niggas just tired (Ooh, ooh)
These niggas in the bay line (Hol' up
Hol' up), I be postfired (Hol' up)
Tell the shawty take her time when she take mine (Hol' up, hol' up)
Heard we talking 'bout head at the foot of the bed (Sex)
Hope you came prepared, don't be scared, I ain't playing (Nah)
We can take it down, both legs open, spread (That right, too)
The opposite of serious is playing around
With a check (Rich Homie, baby, ooh)
Heard I go in every song (I go in, baby)
And I ain't done yet (No, nigga)
'Cause I'm still going in (Still going in, baby)
Baby, baby, everybody say I'm next (I'm next)
My time is now (My time now, right now)
And if the time comes down (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
If you ever get lonely, baby, you can call Rich Homie, baby
Rich Homie, baby, Rich Homie, baby
Rich, Rich, Rich Homie, baby
Rich Homie, baby, Rich Homie, baby
Rich, Rich, Rich Homie, baby
Rich Homie, 1999