Lyrics Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan

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Yeah Quan nigga Rich Homie baby Real nigga don't talk he just do it you know what I mean

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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 niggas get a telescope

Boy I got some issues I can't tell a soul

My postal man official who I mail it to

Don't lose sleep bout these bitches cause they come and go

Don't play for keeps can't trust these niggas get your money first

Rich homie baby real nigga over here baby (over here)

Real nigga over here (money first) rich homie baby yeah

Real nigga over here baby (over here) real figues overe here baby

(Over here) play with my money will kill niggas over here baby

Counterfeit homies we don't deal with it over here baby

(This rich homie baby) this that Polo (who) hill figure over here baby

(Ralph Loren) 3 or 4 hoes I usually got over here baby

(What cha talking bout quan) hold my paint brushes I'm a paint yo picture

Clear baby (oooh yea)

You gone crash in these head lights like a deer baby

The difference between her and you is you're a go-getter baby

And I won't try you I'd salute I consider you my lady

I'm a probably watch you go crazy probably caught you today

After I got threw with you you like a bad habit I need some new to do

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 soo

Took off on these niggas 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 boud these bitchea cause they come and go

Don't play for keeps don't trust these niggas get your money first

Rich homie baby get your money first

Family second I put my homie 3rd

And pray for these blessing

I gave that boy a bird

Free my nigga chicken

Pulled up on a cruve

Turned up on them niggas

Love purple hurb

Burnt up on them niggas

Love switching girls

Turn up on them bitches

I'm on that road to riches

But since yo hoe assistant

Navigation baby

Make her go and get it

Say real nigga don't talk he just be about it

And I'm keeping labels on hoes yeah I see them coming

You seen em firat on the inside of my me J

Go get a diary fuck yo secret yeah

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 deys niggas get a telescope

Boy I got some issues I can't tell a soul

My postal made official who I meet though

Don't leave sleep boud these bitches cause they come and go

Don't play with Keith fuck these niggas get your money first

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 I swear I took off