Lyrics

Yeah (Rich Homie) Quan (What's funny?) These niggas throwing slick shots like You know me? I go direct with it Put her name on it, nigga You know it was hard to hear at first I couldn't understand what you sayin' And these bitches bound to get hurt 'Cause a lot of these niggas be playin' And I fuck with shorty on the low And I know she know I'm the man So that extra shit gotta go She probably don't know That I fucked her friend If she ask about it I'm a be like, "Blah blah blah blah" When she try to argue with me I be like, "Blah blah blah blah" Trying to get back with me I be like, "Hell nah nah nah" And we ain't talking about no money I'm like, "Blah blah blah blah" Small talk gonna do that Get rich homie, you knew that It's a damn shame, I don't gang bang But I beat a nigga blue black I'm in the old school, no do-rag Them old folk like how you do that? He ain't fooling me, this ain't new to me That ain't an Aston Martin, that's a new Jag But it clean, though And if you're late on the payment Boy, that shit get repo'd And your bitch easy, ha I got her on the line And I'm in her like a free throw Getting deep throat, at the Fontainebleau We running trains on these freak hoes And I told my nigga that I decoded "Blah blah blah blah" Quit going in on these niggas I won't stop stop stop stop Keep putting my money over these bitches 'Til I'm at the top top top top And you niggas can't stop my vision Don't know what you thought thought thought thought And I ball ball ball ball Everything I got's all good You know it was hard to hear at first I couldn't understand what you sayin' And these bitches bound to get hurt 'Cause a lot of these niggas be playin' And I fuck with shorty on the low And I know she know I'm the man So that extra shit gotta go She probably don't know That I fucked her friend If she ask about it I'm a be like, "Blah blah blah blah" When she try to argue with me I be like, "Blah blah blah blah" Trying to get back with me I be like, "Hell nah nah nah" And we ain't talking about no money I'm like, "Blah blah blah blah" "Blah blah blah blah" That's how it sound when these bitches talk "Rah rah rah rah" When a nigga flashes that's what we call it Like "Hell nah nah nah" I need a real diamond, ain't fakin' that I'm like five nine feet tall Heart of a lion, he ain't takin' that You nigga talking like ho That's why I can't fuck with you Doing shows all around the globe 'Cause everybody fuck with me Fuck nigga You'll be in the front nigga I'll show you what's up nigga Fuck nigga Ain't never said that shit's bad Trying to keep it one hunna And I tried to show love with you That's the main reason why I don't trust niggas Standin' under landing bridges still above these niggas I'm no beginner Don't I spit it like a vet, nigga? That nigga talkin' like a ho Tell that bitch nigga speak up You know it was hard to hear at first I couldn't understand what you sayin' And these bitches bound to get hurt 'Cause a lot of these niggas be playin' And I fuck with shorty on the low And I know she know I'm the man So that extra shit gotta go She probably don't know That I fucked her friend If she ask about it I'm a be like, "Blah blah blah blah" When she try to argue with me I be like, "Blah blah blah blah" Trying to get back with me I be like, "Hell nah nah nah" And we ain't talking about no money I'm like, "Blah blah blah blah"
Writer(s): Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Izell Staton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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