- Rich Homie Quan Thoughts 歌詞
- Rich Homie Quan
- Im sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them ******* head I got it storming
I look myself in the mirror said 'that money wont change'
Ima tryna buy a bigger house so thered be no more complaining
My money good my lawyer straight gotta throw it out of the ring
You better believe it boy we leaving the same way that we came
If a ***** disrespect me then he might not be breathing
A lot of red flags around me everybody they bleeding
They know I got it out the streets I wrote my name in the city
And everytime I go to sleep im still fighting them demons
Count them backends with my road dog
Like a naked ***** dont make homie expose yall
When i smoke that **** i get closed off
If I wouldve kept popping molly I would be throwed off
Im sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock behave
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them ******* head I got it storming
Hard to realize what I been going throughlately
Girl you stayed down through all the controversy
They throwing shade bih they Maybach it come with curtains
So I aint worrying bout what they saying or what they doing dawg
Sacrifice way too much just to lose it all
If Quan name come up you know my whole crew involved
Point guard and I might move the ball
Im way behind the line might shoot em off
Yall ****** lame yall dont know what id do to yall
Shawty play her part move the raw
Run up on me let that ruger blow
Bad ******* I need like two of those
Im tryna **** her but she do the most damn
Im sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them ******* head I got it storming ay yeah
Yeah yeah
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