Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reloaded, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Date of issue: 24.03.2014
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
Reloaded |
| This for the people that said I wouldn’t be shit |
| Look at me now mother fucker i’m rich |
| Then a mother fucker you can smell this lick |
| Gucci ear mug can’t tell me shit |
| Gucci leather gloves i’m feeling myself |
| Gucci penny leather shoes every time I step |
| Gucci on my right foot and on the left |
| I’m gone keep gucci like the Plaza at Phipps |
| Use to hide money in a brown gucci box |
| Still throwing money in the brown gucci box |
| Spent 95 hundred on a lil Gucci watch |
| Only two people got em' just me and Stuey Rock |
| Bout seven months ago I was up an got broke |
| Lost a couple partners but I never lost hope |
| Came up on some dollars if it wasn’t for like a pro |
| Hop would’ve been gone or in jail or dead |
| Instead I’m on the microphone fucking with my Nike’s on |
| Running in the pussy she can’t leave the dike alone |
| Coming for the cookie we be getting the Michael on |
| But she on thriller no matter if i’m right or wrong |
| She gone fuck with me no matter how far I go |
| She gone come get dick baby let’s start over |
| We can be friends baby I am your card holder throw in your hand |
| The opposite of serious playing |
| Riding with a check heard I go in every song |
| And I ain’t done yet Cus i’m still going in |
| Everybody say i’m next my time is now |
| And if the time counts down (5,4,3,2,1) |
| And if you ever get lonely you can call Rich Homie Baby |
| Whole lot of money baby whole lot of problems |
| Worth a whole lot of guns got a whole lot of cartridge |
| Got a whole lot of gator got a whole lot of ostrich |
| Worth a whole lot of money I got more in my pocket |
| Talking Ben Frank who are you to stop me an who am I to blame |
| I’m gone let her on top she gone try to say my name |
| I’m gone hit her from the back Damon Wayan Major Payne |
| Might bang bang bang just like pop |
| This chinchilla have my laying on a fox |
| Haters on the side line praying for me to fall |
| Intercept it like primetime i’m gone take the ball |
| Rich Homie coming up these niggas looking sour |
| These niggas switch up these niggas just chopping |
| These niggas at the base line hollering for a foul |
| I can tell shawty take her time when she take mine |
| And i’m talking bout head at the foot of the bed |
| Hope you came prepared don’t be scared I ain’t playing |
| We can take it there or flex up a spread |
| The opposite of serious playing |
| Riding with a check heard I go in every song |
| And I ain’t done yet Cus i’m still going in |
| Everybody say i’m next my time is now |
| And if the time counts down |
| And if you ever get lonely you can call Rich Homie Baby |
| Rich Homie Baby |
| Rich, Rich, Rich Homie Baby |
| Rich Homie Baby |
| Rich Homie Baby |
| Rich, Rich, Rich Homie Baby |