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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
Beat Junkies
Beat Junkies
Programming
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Junkies
Beat Junkies
Producer
Evan Nunziante
Evan Nunziante
Recording Engineer

Texty

[Verse 1]
A real killer, he gone kill you and won't tell a soul
Pulled up in that phantom, thought they saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings, I'll tell you so
Took off on these ****, get a telescope
Boy I got some issues, I can't tell a soul
My postal man official who I mail it too
Don't lose sleep 'bout these bitches 'cause they come and go
Don't play for keeps, can't trust these ****, get your money first
Then tell me baby
[Verse 2]
Yeah, real **** over here baby, real figures over here baby
Play with my money we'll kill **** over here baby
Counterfeit homies, we don't deal with it over here baby
It's still Polo, Hilfiger over here baby, 3 or 4 hoes is what I
Usually got over here baby
Hold my paint brush, I'm gon paint yo picture clear baby
You gone crash in these head lights, like a deer baby
The difference between her and you is your a go-getter baby
And I won't try you like the truth, I considered you my lady
I'm a probably watch you go crazy, my partna caught you 2 days
After I got through with you, your like a bad habit
I need some'n new to do
[Verse 3]
A real killer, he gone kill you and won't tell a soul
Pulled up in that phantom, thought they saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings, I'll tell you so
Took off on these **** get a telescope
Boy I got some issues, I can't tell a soul
My postal man official who I mail it too
Don't lose sleep 'bout these bitches 'cause they come and go
Don't play for keeps, can't trust these **** get your money first
Then tell me babe
[Verse 4]
Get your money first, Family second
I put my homies third and pray for these blessing
I gave that boy a bird, free my **** chicken
Pulled up on the curb, turned up on them ****
Love purple herb, burn up on them ****
Love switching girls, turn up on them bitches
I'm on that road to riches, but since yo' hoe insisted
Navigation baby, make her go and get it
I say a real **** don't talk, he just be about it
And I'm keepin' labels on hold, Yeah I see you callin'
You see the .40 on the inside of my mink jacket
Go get a diary, fuck yo secret, Yeah, Yeah
[Verse 5]
A real killer, he gone kill you and won't tell a soul
Pulled up in that phantom, thought they saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings, I'll tell you so
Took off on these ****, get a telescope
Boy I got some issues I can't tell a soul
My postal man official who I mail it too
Don't lose sleep 'bout these bitches, 'cause they come and go
Don't play for keeps, can't trust these ****, get your money first
[Verse 6]
I swear I took off, took off, took off (Oh My God)
I swear I took off, took off, took off (Fuck You Mean)
(Rich Homie baby) I say I took off, took off, took off
(Yeah, yeah) I swear I took off, took off, took off
I swear I took off, took off, took off
I swear I took off, took off, took off
Written by: Dequantes Devontay Lamar
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