Lyrics:
out flat every bullet boutta walk through him
Floody the Patek
No stress
When I give it to lil mama I be all up in her chest
No flex
I ain’t in it if it
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
the trap
Red bitch, fuck her, breakin' her back
Walk around with the sack and a MAC
Don't trust me
Shot your ass through the back (bow)
I gotta flex like
As I walk through the valley of my shadows of shame
I'm growing older day by day and realize shit ain't a game
Homie rich is takin' over, I'm still
on the rise, I despise propaganda
Camouflage MAC-11, I should set an example
Never baptized, as I walk through the fires
The pain and the flame never match my
the chinchilla
Rich Homie Quan how i walk through
We in club bitch, watch my shoes
Like webbie say, Do what you do
If you ain't trying to be on the news
I stay
don't get that cup 'cause
She gon' smell it on my piss (Rich Homie)
And my bitch know I've been fucking
She can smell it on my dick (Quan)
I ain't gotta
I'm rich, they be screamin' Rittz when I'm on stage,
Let me get a Chip and Dale show
Got real dough, 18 karats on my deed, I see my future clear
homie/
(Hoo hoo)
I want to get is a Lil bit lit lit
(Hoo Hoo)
cll i gotta get is a lil rich lil rich/
Too many depending on me/
If descending on me/
Please walk me through this
Yeah
Got to make that money
Till I'm getting it
Until I'm getting it
I'll be worrying about getting rich
I'll be worrying about
fraud they fake and they switch
So watch yo homie yo homie
You don't know if they'll stay by yo side
And watch yo brodie yo brodie
You don't know if
me
Cuz I do not know ya
I work by my lonely
I'm good as a loner
I walk around wit a chip on my shoulder
Was tryna get rich
When they told me it's over
huh
I said Bitch where da money?
Ain't nobody get rich off a 9 to 5
Imma tell the truth homie I don't wanna lie
Invest in yo myself ain't nobody gone
nothin', homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it Doug E. like I keep it Doug E.
Lil' buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
Make, Life Can Become Your Nemesis. Keep In Mind Homie, Getting Rich Is A Business.
Hook3x: In Yo Lane, In Yo Lane. You Can Tell By The Way I Iive This,
it
Old homies turned to bitch on me
Not Quan, but gettin' rich homie
In the hood I'm the big homie
Used to ride with them bricks on me
Always ride with
A shooting pistol
A milli really tell me whats the issue
Foes we running through em
Soft like they made of tissue
It aint a issue longs we get them
more problems that's real
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie
nothin', homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it Doug E. like I keep it Doug E.
Lil' buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in
backstabbed I seem to never learn
Someone come please break this curse
I been through it many times I'm prepared for the worse
It seem to me I had a rich heart
Rich Homie Quan but I’m so war ready these niggas bitches like tom boys I know they ain’t steppin’ I think he rappin’ for fun we gone steakout his
skit bread to make these fools rich
I'm loyal homie got respect and I can use it
Choose it acting like a clown then you a tool bitch
Full hit and I be
on my face
Like damn that mans face was just like my face
So pop I forgive you for all the shit that I live through
It wasn't all your fault homie you
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