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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
John Carrington
John Carrington
Songwriter
Leigh Elliott
Leigh Elliott
Songwriter
Johnny Mollings
Johnny Mollings
Songwriter
Lenny Mollings
Lenny Mollings
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Producer
Lee Major
Lee Major
Producer
Kevin Davis
Kevin Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Be quiet, bro, bro Yeah, this that shit here, man Nigga gon' feel, brah You know what I'm sayin', like I'm on a whole 'nother one, man I'm so content with the person I am I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I'm good, man I got two bitches on call, no three-way You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay Niggas are rollin' big, niggas are drama queen I be in between that money like I'm corn-beef Run it up and stack it, you makin' money backwards I'm throwin' nothin' but Jackson, rip it out the plastic These niggas actin', these niggas actors He ain't know his daddy, these niggas bastards These niggas hatin', these niggas leechin' Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha Fuck your feelin', everybody show 'em I don't care 'cause everybody know 'em The best nigga I got two bitches on call, no three-way You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin' like a skunk Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil' nigga Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I'm ridin' I ain't stuntin' that negative shit, so please don't kill my vibe I don't know what it's gone for one of y'all niggas understand They feelin' some type of way, when I walked in like the man I stuck to the strips, stayed down 'cause I had a plan I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin' I'm for real, these niggas are underestimatin' greatness I'm for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me All about that money If it ain't 'bout money then it ain't 'bout nothin', lil' nigga But I'm blowin' my money to keep these stacks clean Killin' these niggas like I'm vaccine You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen I just wanna stack this money up high I just wanna stack this money up high Talkin' so high, I feel like I can fly I'm talkin' so high, I feel like I can fly I got two bitches on call, no three-way You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay Yeah, that's a replay, yeah, that's a replay Fuck her two times, yeah, that's a replay
Writer(s): Johnny David Mollings, Leigh Vincent Elliott, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Lenny Mollings, John Carrington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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