| I been through a whole lot of shit, but I didn’t tell nobody
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| I remember I was poor and I was rich
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| I felt so sore and I felt sick
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| Couldn’t know why I felt embarrassed
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| I had to stack it from the floor to the ceiling
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| I got whores and I got bitches
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| Who wasn’t there in the beginning
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| Might, might, might keep
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| Slash that ball on my necklace
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| But I don’t wanna take it there
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| You got issues you so extra (yeah you extra)
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| Yeah
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| Something bout you make you special (might be the smile)
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| Uhh
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| Spend 500 on this bezel
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| Ooooh
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| Pull up on her in that Lexus
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| But I ain’t got a Lexus
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| I really got a beamer and that bitch be swerving (skrttttt)
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| Rims stay fucked up, I stay hitting them curbs bitch (I do)
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| Uh uh
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| Ask that bitch about the head she gave me behind the curtains
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| Don;t talk on the phone in 3rd person
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| Them feds on my ass I’m nervous
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| I ain’t change clothes in three days, but I’m still ain’t dirty
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| I got this shagger you think it’s a dozen roses
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| And I would’ve popped him if my ass wouldn’t have been sober
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| It’s finna be World War Three
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| Front line nothing but them soldiers
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| ABG, free motive
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| I told ya (x3)
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| Scars on my face because
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| I been through a whole lot of shit but I didn’t tell nobody
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| I remember I was poor and I was rich
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| I felt so sore and I felt so sick
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| Couldn’t know why I felt embarrassed
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| I had to stack it from the floor to the ceiling
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| I got whores and I got bitches
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| Who wasn’t there in the beginning
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| Might, might, might keep
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| Slash that ball on my necklace
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| But I don’t wanna take it there (I swear I don’t)
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| First time cool
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| Second time was alright I swear
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| Got a bando all to myself she can walk around it bare
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| Got a lot of hoes calling my phone
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| Ion pick up cause ion even care
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| Lil kid seat in my big truck living like, Ric Flair
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| RIP Nut, boy that shit wasn’t fair
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| Get wrong with me you’ll be the victim there
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| March in nigga get your children snatched
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| I’m a big dog nigga you’s a little cat (meowwww)
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| I loaded my trigger stay out my BI
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| I’ll have your folks wearing picture of you on t-shirts
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| But it ain’t gotta go there if you don’t want to, nigga just say that
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| And this is real life nigga ain’t no rewind or no playback
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| Im Rich Homie Quan have you ever heard of me
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| Look at my chain sack
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| You will never hear I ain’t no lame jack
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| Just know
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| I been through a whole lot of shit but I didn’t tell nobody
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| I remember I was poor and I was rich
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| I felt so sore and I felt so sick
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| Couldn’t know why I felt embarrassed
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| I had to stack it from the floor to the ceiling
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| I got whores and I got bitches
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| Who wasn’t there in the beginning
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| Might, might, might keep
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| Slash that ball on my necklace
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| But I don’t wanna take it there
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| I don’t wanna take it there
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| I, I don’t wanna take it there
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| I don’t wanna take it there
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| She don’t wanna take it there
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| We not gone take it there
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| I promise I won’t take it to there
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| I promise we won’t take it to there (x4)
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| RHQ
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| Rich Homie Baby
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| RHQ
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| What they call me?
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| RHQ
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| Quan (x7)
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| Hold up, wait
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| Tell them who run this shit
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| Quan (x18)
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| Rich Homie Baby |