Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Album song Money on My Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
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Jumped out the porch |
I ain’t have nothing |
When I was poor |
They was laughin at me |
Now I’m on them billboards |
And I’m laughing at em |
I give you my heart |
You can have it baby |
It was cool at first and it’s been a little dramatic lately |
It was me and you at first, it’s been me and your family lately |
Why throw my name in the dirt |
Like what happened baby |
Make up sex make her hurt |
Ride this saddle baby |
Close them no muslim, but asamalekoum |
Cause them my cousins a get something shaking |
The oven baking |
Let them motherfucker on 350 |
Ain’t counting my days, feel like I’ve been on the road for 350 |
Days nigga |
Aye |
I’m paid nigga |
Hey |
Ain’t tell you bout the house that I got with that lay |
And the backyard nigga act hard nigga |
I will pull your card nigga |
Play |
With me that’s some niggas who will lay |
On you that you stay |
Nigga I ain’t play on the ground all you hatin niggas |
Like a Jesus piece, no, I ain’t playing with you |
If a bitch a freak I ain’t even lay with her |
Used to hit a lick just to make a couple bands nigga |
Ay ayeeee Talk a lil louder I ain’t hearin what you sayin nigga |
Did a couple walk thru’s made a lot of bands nigga |
I ain’t tryna talk to you, if you ain’t talking cash nigga |
Money, like Usher |
I got the bad nigga, bad nigga |
Michael Jackson bad nigga, bad nigga |
Aye leather jacket on yeah I’m that nigga |
I was born in the 80s like the crack nigga (aye) 7x |
Never heard of Atari play games on em |
Never drove in the Ferrari switching lanes on em |
Damien Wayne that’s a shame on em |
Big booty freak, the bitch tatted my name on it |
I heard them niggas hating y’all the same homies |
Since the niggas claim they hot I set some flames on em |
Real Nigga what you thought we ain’t lame homie |
Skinny jeans see the knot and the thang on me |
Bang Bang Pow there go one of ya’ll niggas |
If I aim at y’all ian missing one of you niggas |
Creep in your house like Clause, I ain’t using no chimney |
Like the 24th of December, I’mma make you niggas remember |
Them Christmas Eve’s ian had shit |
Was a beginner, em open mics they was laughing |
Now I’m spending so much money |
They ain’t asking no question bout my bitch cause she the baddest |
I been on the road, yeah I seen a lot of hoes |
At the end of every rainbow is there a pot of gold? |
Want to hold you in my hand, want you under my control |
For selling the city girl I want to tell the globe |
Ran off my money now I’m tryna get some more |
Bands to the ceiling I will stack it from the floor |
And we got some off in the wall |
Some more be hide the picture |
Over the high 5 play behind law |
Ian like the call empire he was our |
Referee that’s a foul, gotta technical |
Cause how hard a nigga ball |
TMZ all in my business cause I fall, I meant fell |
Born in October weighting on my scale |
I ain’t tryna come over if I can not nail |
This picture in your fame they bitching on my name |
Rich Homie Baby |