Lyrics:
Richhh like I'm homie quan
Yeah I got cases of beer and rum
Yeah in a maze shit I lost me once
Aint goin back shit fuck that
Clapback yeah skinny with
(Suck my dick, free Move Look
This shit ain't gon' stop)
Where are you now, ooh?
(One in the head when I
Walk through they block)
Where are you now?
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
(Ayo, Trizzy this shit hard)
Ayy (uh, uh)
Rich Homie, baby (yeah)
(I'm so tired of sleeping, baby)
Ay, Quan
You know we ain't losing shit, man
poppin' percs but I pop a' steel
All I know is my head on straight when it's time to drill
My first kill was a pint, I popped a seal Fuck a drive by that
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
I am not rich but i got a lot though
I am not rich but i got a lot though
Mind is blocked thinking capability has stopped
Watch how i walk away
on him
Got that bag by myself ain't no big homie
Swear I still be going in ain't no rich homie
Still with my dogs I'm outside with that glick on me
It's
the war
The one's who've been there, through rich and the poor
This bitch gotta twist up and hit
Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch
But
homie y you mad and
Acting jealous
Lord protect me as I walk through these streets everyday
Through the night and the day
I just want to be rich so I’m
Yeah, y'all already know,
When I walk the f-ck back
You can't act like that ain't the flyest thing you
ever seen in your whole entire muthaf-ckin
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do
ain't got the scripts
You ain't in the Vette so little homie don't trip
Know you ain't trying to press me
I get you hit by next week
Balling through these
get rich
Can't fall for no hoe
Trust no bitch
I'm just trynna get rich
You don't know me
No he ain't the homie
Slide through by my lonely
Big hits like
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
filling up the bleachers now with this lil' crowd
Homie what goes up must come down
I'll probably go up but I ain't coming back down
I told them that
ride, ride that dick (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Rich Gang, our lifestyle (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Ride this dick, don't walk baby
Ride
Binky Mac Boo Kapone and the homie Techniec.
[Mack 10]
Now here we go it's the show stopper noodle knocker
Gung ho 1 O fo sho
in this bitch, been getting rich for a long minute
Suck me and don't come up for air, that bitch is long-winded
I got a homie in prison doing a long
walk
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch what you thought it was
Don’t talk, don’t breathe
When I walk by
Don’t fuck with me
I won’t say no names
But I’ll
me, homie
Get tough don't cry on me
Bitch, I suffered to get rich
I became a president
But they can't put a tie on me
Gave my mama a new whip
A CVO
where he at, I'm finna go and stuff some crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it's right that run it through my
where he at, I'm finna go and stuff some crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it's right that run it through my
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