Lyrics Think About It - Rich Homie Quan, Rick Ross

Think About It

Damn man
Nard &B
I done just woke up
A fuckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another bitch
Trenchwerk
And another bankroll, hey
I take my hustle state to state say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'
Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
I watch my cousin, the kitchen he like a slave (he whip it up)
My uncle died from that needle yeah it was AIDs nigga (my Uncle Roy)
Turner Field might be gone but I’m still brave nigga (say what)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
That money counter count it for me I’ma made man (that money baby)
I told my buddy don’t re-nig like a spades hand (I don’t re-nig)
These Cartiers but they used to be some Ray Bans (rich homie)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
Everyday I’m Sunday fresh I talk that shit just like the preacher (I talk that
shit)
Niggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)
They don’t hear what I’m sayin' they like a car without no speakers (that right
too)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
I take my hustle state to state say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'
Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
The biggest
Reservations at chops, Lamborghini’s no tops
Menages for lunch, Ferrari’s out front
We might fuck on the lake, so much paper to make
Rubberbands on the hundreds, sip rosé in the bank
I made her quit her job, Moschino she’s a star
Versace in the fall, Gucci I keep her raw
She so clean and celine, plus she cute as could be
I like to take photos, like to keep her for me
Flatline fuck her 'till that pussy dead
Keep her off that social media a couple day
She went and got it tatted said a nigga name
She know I got her back I mean a million ways
I take my hustle state to state say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands do shows and see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'
Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it