Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Only Child, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Album song Coma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RAIS
Song language: English
Only Child |
| Go to jail BM hold me down |
| I can’t fuck wit them I know their kind |
| Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper, baby |
| No more slowly grindin' girl |
| I’ve been swingin' hard from that paper chasing |
| I’ve been sippin' lean |
| Fuckin' them baddies and I’ve been faithful, nigga |
| Every time I hit the scene |
| Gotta be clean and I gotta make a major statement |
| And then that there former against me 'cause I got weapons |
| I told her fuck me like I gotta turn myself in |
| I ate my first plate and I came back for a seconds |
| All my niggas stick together like we X-Men |
| Gun got two names, Smith-n-Wesson |
| Rappers strapped, they hit it hard |
| I’ma get the F in |
| Security ain’t pat me down |
| Homie got the TEC in |
| Fuck around and beat you down |
| Like I’m playing Tekken |
| All of these sacrifices I made were for me and you |
| I’m in love with money, so, it’s hard to be with you (be wit you) |
| I held it down, did my part but you ain’t hold your end |
| And I know that bankroll’ll get flims |
| But I won’t fold no up in |
| (Rich homie baby) |
| Staying down, ran up my (up my) |
| Gettin' money like the only child (on my momma) |
| Go to jail, BM hold me down (hold me down) |
| I can’t fuck with them, I know their kind |
| Overtime, what I’ve been puttin' in for that paper, baby |
| No more slowly grindin' it girl |
| I’ve been swingin' hard from that paper chasing |
| I’ve been sippin' lean |
| Fuckin' them baddies and I’ve been faithful, nigga |
| Every time I hit the scene |
| Gotta be clean and I gotta make a major statement |
| Remember hustlin' hard when I was small time |
| No discrepancy on money, we like all kinds |
| Suckin' dick too much fucked up your jawline |
| We gotta stay equipped for when them cars chase (cars chase) |
| Catch that boy in public, hit him broad day (broad day) |
| Trick him like them fishy boy, they all bait (all bait) |
| I can eat him plain, cooked, or sautéed (sautéed) |
| Now, we eatin' shrimp mixed with lo mein |
| They don’t even know what I’ve been through |
| Plus, I don’t talk about it |
| When we get to talkin' 'bout money |
| They wanna talk around it |
| 30 thousand to the shooter |
| Now his shirt gotta stain |
| Keeping that dirt off my name |
| I never thought I’d make it out the hood, no |
| Staying down, ran up my (up my) |
| Gettin' money like the only child (the only child) |
| Go to jail, BM hold me down (go to jail) |
| I can’t fuck with them, I know their kind |
| Overtime, what I’ve been puttin' in for that paper, baby |
| No more slowly grindin' girl |
| I’ve been swingin' hard from that paper chasing |
| I’ve been sippin' lean |
| Fuckin' them baddies and I’ve been faithful, nigga |
| Every time I hit the scene |
| Gotta be clean and I gotta make a major statement |