Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Wit Me , by - Rich Homie Quan. Release date: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Fuck Wit Me |
| Stupid |
| 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 |
| 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 fuck |
| with me |
| I could never let that bullshit you do get to me |
| Charge a nigga for the game I be givin' him some |
| Too much finger when I bang I throw up a bigger B |
| Swear my life is like a puzzle I need a missing piece |
| 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 |
| Neighborhood stop sign we was in the street |
| Still goin' in top five missin' me |
| Better clock in, you don’t work, you don’t eat |
| I got old money put up boy stop playin' wit me |
| We were takin' everything, playin' for keeps |
| You never been a boss you not the man to me |
| Talkin' money yeah a hundred grand is cheap, to me |
| 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 fuck |
| 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 baby (Quan) |
| Spray a nigga shit like arsene baby (woo) |
| Dead people I got all these faces (aye) |
| Airport stamp I done went all these places (what) |
| Lawyer paid off she done won all these cases (my nigga) |
| Neck white man and 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 |
| Sendin' you all 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 fuck |
| with me |
| I told yall niggas man |
| Ain’t shit changed but the extra zeroes in the bank account nigga haha |
| I’m so stretched out, I’m smokin' cigarettes now man |