Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Long Enough , by - Rich Homie Quan. Release date: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Long Enough |
| Zaytoven |
| That boy Cash! |
| Came along way from sharin' rooms with my brother, yeah |
| We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double, yeah |
| Couldn’t afford designer it was Hilfiger, Tommy yeah |
| I was 10 saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said, «Don't come in here» |
| Every since then I been influenced to get that money, yeah |
| 8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred, yeah |
| Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up |
| You might skress about yo check, because that shit not long enough |
| I woulda gave that bitch a whole meal because I wanted her |
| Hollywood bitch, she got two kids and her tummy tucked |
| You put up with my shit, you not weak girl, you strong enough |
| You were my best friend when I was broke and I was lonely girl |
| I was your best friend when you were down and you were vulnerable |
| Back when we was swipin' EBT down by the corner store |
| I was in the game, I wasn’t never watchin' from the crowd |
| In eleventh grade, yeah I had my locker smellin' loud |
| Summer of twelfth grade, 'round the time I made my first child |
| You see a lot of pain when you shake my hand, look at my eyes |
| I told my brother, «No more sharin' rooms, we gon get a bigger house» |
| Never forget where I came, that what this about |
| Came along way from sharin' rooms with my brother, yeah |
| We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double yeah |
| Couldn’t afford designer, it was Hilfiger, Tommy yeah |
| I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope he said, «Don't come in here» |
| Ever since then I been influenced to get that money, yeah |
| 8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred, yeah |
| Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up |
| You might skress about yo check, because that shit not long enough |
| Money not a option, if we want it we gon' buy it dawg |
| Bought that 442 from shawty, I damn near blow the tires off |
| Keep my concentration on that money, don’t take my eyes off |
| We in this together, we can’t lose 'cause that’d be our fault |
| I’m gon' make it up to you, I promise that my bad brotha |
| Love me genuine, just like he trust me wit yo last dolla |
| He must be from up north, he think he slick, he tryna fast talk |
| Four hundred thousand in the Louie duffel, that that bag talk |
| They say that money on your brain turn to bad thoughts |
| I’ma keep some money in the bank and in my dad’s vault |
| I saw my cousin in the kitchen, he was fixin' a quarter |
| Don’t put these hoes before fam, blood thicker than water (rich homie baby!) |
| Came along way from sharin' rooms with my brother, yeah |
| We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double, yeah |
| Couldn’t afford designer, it was Hilfiger, Tommy yeah |
| I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said «Don't come in here» |
| Ever since then I been influenced to get that money, yeah |
| 8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred, yeah |
| Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up |
| You might skress about yo check, because that shit not long enough |