Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finally Made It, artist - Rich Homie Quan.
Date of issue: 26.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Finally Made It |
We finally made it |
Told my momma we ain’t gotta stress no more |
No more unemployed checks no more |
I swear I’mma get her that big house with that flexing gate |
No more Section 8 |
Cause we finally made it |
We finally made it |
We finally made it |
I know Teezy would of been proud of me |
That’s why he still living inside of me |
I say we made it |
We had to brand ourselves |
Cause we ain’t basic |
In my pocket there’s a phonebook, alotta pages |
Got your address so don’t play me |
I’ll have your momma tied up even your baby |
I’m spreading wide, Bowflex |
Fuck til she bow-legged |
Feeling on her booty |
Like damn that’s fake them booty shots |
He cuffin' bitches, police |
I been rolling for like, four days |
She wanna suck my dick go 'head |
I been to hell and back, enough said |
I remember making a pellets in the weirdest places |
Fuck nigga put us out |
Momma always told me remember faces |
And I can’t spit soft |
I gotta go the hardest |
I tell 'em trademark this |
We finally made it |
Told my momma we ain’t gotta stress no more |
No more unemployed checks no more |
I swear I’mma get her that big house with that flexing gate |
No more Section 8 |
Cause we finally made it |
We finally made it |
We finally made it |
I know Teezy would of been proud of me |
That’s why he still living inside of me |
I need to see a doctor cause I’m sick, been spittin' |
Plus I got alot of partners in the pen, and they did it |
Cause I’m vicious, and I’m like a snake |
I wrap around them, then I spit venom |
And I kill 'em |
And I stay down with my hustle |
You don’t know my struggle |
My momma worked the double |
Just so I can have duffles |
I couldn’t take a loss |
I had to make my money back |
Told my momma she could dye all her gray hair |
Cause they ain’t comin' back |
Now I’m on top |
And these niggas want to hate |
They see I came from the block |
And stayed down the same way |
And I got banged up by the cops |
But got back out the same day |
And I pat myself on my back nigga… |
We finally made it |
Told my momma we ain’t gotta stress no more |
No more unemployed checks no more |
I swear I’mma get her that big house with that flexing gate |
No more Section 8 |
Cause we finally made it |
We finally made it |
We finally made it |
I know Teezy would of been proud of me |
That’s why he still living inside of me |