Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Been, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Date of issue: 26.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Been |
| I been through a whole lot of shit, but I didn’t tell nobody |
| I remember I was poor and I was rich |
| I felt so sore and I felt sick |
| Couldn’t know why I felt embarrassed |
| I had to stack it from the floor to the ceiling |
| I got whores and I got bitches |
| Who wasn’t there in the beginning |
| Might, might, might keep |
| Slash that ball on my necklace |
| But I don’t wanna take it there |
| You got issues you so extra (yeah you extra) |
| Yeah |
| Something bout you make you special (might be the smile) |
| Uhh |
| Spend 500 on this bezel |
| Ooooh |
| Pull up on her in that Lexus |
| But I ain’t got a Lexus |
| I really got a beamer and that bitch be swerving (skrttttt) |
| Rims stay fucked up, I stay hitting them curbs bitch (I do) |
| Uh uh |
| Ask that bitch about the head she gave me behind the curtains |
| Don;t talk on the phone in 3rd person |
| Them feds on my ass I’m nervous |
| I ain’t change clothes in three days, but I’m still ain’t dirty |
| I got this shagger you think it’s a dozen roses |
| And I would’ve popped him if my ass wouldn’t have been sober |
| It’s finna be World War Three |
| Front line nothing but them soldiers |
| ABG, free motive |
| I told ya (x3) |
| Scars on my face because |
| I been through a whole lot of shit but I didn’t tell nobody |
| I remember I was poor and I was rich |
| I felt so sore and I felt so sick |
| Couldn’t know why I felt embarrassed |
| I had to stack it from the floor to the ceiling |
| I got whores and I got bitches |
| Who wasn’t there in the beginning |
| Might, might, might keep |
| Slash that ball on my necklace |
| But I don’t wanna take it there (I swear I don’t) |
| First time cool |
| Second time was alright I swear |
| Got a bando all to myself she can walk around it bare |
| Got a lot of hoes calling my phone |
| Ion pick up cause ion even care |
| Lil kid seat in my big truck living like, Ric Flair |
| RIP Nut, boy that shit wasn’t fair |
| Get wrong with me you’ll be the victim there |
| March in nigga get your children snatched |
| I’m a big dog nigga you’s a little cat (meowwww) |
| I loaded my trigger stay out my BI |
| I’ll have your folks wearing picture of you on t-shirts |
| But it ain’t gotta go there if you don’t want to, nigga just say that |
| And this is real life nigga ain’t no rewind or no playback |
| Im Rich Homie Quan have you ever heard of me |
| Look at my chain sack |
| You will never hear I ain’t no lame jack |
| Just know |
| I been through a whole lot of shit but I didn’t tell nobody |
| I remember I was poor and I was rich |
| I felt so sore and I felt so sick |
| Couldn’t know why I felt embarrassed |
| I had to stack it from the floor to the ceiling |
| I got whores and I got bitches |
| Who wasn’t there in the beginning |
| Might, might, might keep |
| Slash that ball on my necklace |
| But I don’t wanna take it there |
| I don’t wanna take it there |
| I, I don’t wanna take it there |
| I don’t wanna take it there |
| She don’t wanna take it there |
| We not gone take it there |
| I promise I won’t take it to there |
| I promise we won’t take it to there (x4) |
| RHQ |
| Rich Homie Baby |
| RHQ |
| What they call me? |
| RHQ |
| Quan (x7) |
| Hold up, wait |
| Tell them who run this shit |
| Quan (x18) |
| Rich Homie Baby |