Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Judge Her, artist - Rich Homie Quan.
Date of issue: 26.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Judge Her |
This is for them get money bitches |
You know what I mean |
I can’t judge y’all |
However y’all get that money |
See I, Met her at Magic |
And I don’t go there often |
Anything she can have it |
All she gotta do is call |
And she go to school by day |
But she at night she work at Onyx |
You can’t judge |
She’ll do anything to get that money |
Even if she sell dope start cooking |
Dancing or selling pussy it don’t matter cause. |
You Can’t Judge Her |
Ever if she got four different baby daddy’s |
I don’t care long as she happy |
It ain’t my business cause |
You Can’t Judge Her |
Nawl I can’t judge her |
What you do is your business |
But when I see you out in public |
I can tell that you gettin it |
Them shopping sprees are dating |
She remind herself by phone |
And she passing all her classes |
Pay tuition on her own |
Tell them bitches this yo song |
Turn it up before the speakers say (okay) |
I got my own everything so we relate |
To each other, that money we cuddle |
B-bitches we fuck together |
You got my back forever and ever |
I love the fact you got yo own and i salute you girl |
You don’t depend on nobody |
Dedicate this to ya girl |
I remember when I first asked for your number |
You said I couldn’t have it |
Then I saw you at the parking lot at Magic |
And it went like |
See I, Met her at Magic |
And I don’t go there often |
Anything she can have it |
All she gotta do is call |
And she go to school by day |
But she at night she work at Onyx |
You can’t judge |
She’ll do anything to get that money |
Even if she sell dope start cooking |
Dancing or selling pussy it don’t matter cause. |
You Can’t Judge Her |
Ever if she got four different baby daddy’s |
I don’t care long as she happy |
It ain’t my business cause |
You Can’t Judge Her |
These bitches come a dime a dozen |
But it’s hard to find a girl like that who got her own |
And don’t need a nigga for nothing |
But some hard dick and a shoulder to lean on |
The bitch gotta PhD |
And she living in her dream home |
And probably got like 2 or 3 phones |
C-Call me the messiah |
How it look she giving me a loan |
Bitch I’m the supplier |
She might be flying in the Audi |
Or could be whipping a Porsche |
She gotta bankroll in her purse bigger then yours |
And her car note paid for, House paid up |
She ain’t graduated from college yet |
So stripping at Magic made her |
And if I need it she go get that for me |
I can’t judge you, girl get that money |
See I, Met her at Magic |
And I don’t go there often |
Anything she can have it |
All she gotta do is call |
And she go to school by day |
But she at night she work at Onyx |
You can’t judge |
She’ll do anything to get that money |
Even if she sell dope start cooking |
Dancing or selling pussy it don’t matter cause. |
You Can’t Judge Her |
Ever if she got four different baby daddy’s |
I don’t care long as she happy |
It ain’t my business cause |
You Can’t Judge Her |
See I, Met her at Magic |
And I don’t go there often |
Anything she can have it |
All she gotta do is call |
And she go to school by day |
But she at night she work at Onyx |
You can’t judge |
She’ll do anything to get that money |