Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Rap
Di
Di
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devonta Wright
Devonta Wright
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Di
Di
Producer
Firas Quick
Firas Quick
Mixing Engineer
Clarence Mcphatter Jr.
Clarence Mcphatter Jr.
Assistant Recording Engineer
Taylen Jackson
Taylen Jackson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rich Stratton
Rich Stratton
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Stoopid Yeah yeah oooh oooh Yeah, aye, you know that money don't make you real right? Ha, that shit just define the person you are, ya feel me? Real nigga since day one man, aye I gotta give my all once again Gotta put my heart in this shit Get up if I fall once again Save it up all, don't spend First thing I bought was the Bent Let me talk my shit I been working hard on my craft Long sleeve shirt Boy you know it's something up my sleeve And I ain't ever going out bad Middle finger up Boy you know you can't fuck with me I could never let that bullshit you do get to me Charge a nigga for the game I be givin' him some fee Too much finger when I bang I throw up a bigger B Swear my life is like a puzzle I need a missing piece The more hater that I get boy that paper increase The more money that I spend, the more friends decrease Face card good we were somewhere eating free Smokin' good gas pump five BP Neighborhood stop sign we was in the street Still goin' in top five missin' me Better clock in, you don't work, you don't eat I got old money put up boy stop playin' wit me We were takin' everything, playin' for keeps You never been a boss you not the man to me Talkin' money yeah a hundred grand is cheap, to me I gotta give my all once again Gotta put my heart in this shit Get up if I fall once again Save it up all, don't spend First thing I bought was the Bent Let me talk my shit I been working hard on my craft Long sleeve shirt Boy you know it's something up my sleeve And I ain't ever going out bad Middle finger up Boy you know you can't fuck with me If I was color blind I would still talk green baby (yeah) Money talk Chris Tucker Charlie Sheen baby (yeah) Would come flip a chicken but you know that we gravy (yeah) Gotta scream my shawty name out wandering baby (Quan) Spray a nigga shit like arsene baby (woo) Dead people I got all these faces (aye) Airport stamp I done went all these places (what) Lawyer paid off she done won all these cases (my nigga) Neck white man and my pocket I'm not racist Turned my dreams into reality never thought I would make it Have another kid that motivation Momma house I got it in, in the basement Wasn't no rushin' on money cause we were patient Can't do it backward cause then that wouldn't make sense Trap doin' numbers got another sold Sendin' you all on the way wit another load I gotta give my all once again Gotta put my heart in this shit Get up if I fall once again Save it up all, don't spend First thing I bought was the Bent Let me talk my shit I been working hard on my craft Long sleeve shirt Boy you know it's something up my sleeve And I ain't ever going out bad Middle finger up Boy you know you can't fuck with me I told yall niggas man Ain't shit changed But the extra zeroes in the bank account nigga haha I'm so stretched out I'm smokin' cigarettes now man
Writer(s): Dequantes Lamar, Brince Elam, Devonta Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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