Lyrics Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan

Finally Made It

We Finally Made It

Told my momma we ain't gotta stress nomoe

Nomoe unemployed checks nomoe

I swear I'm a get her that big house with that flexin gate

Nomoe section 8

Cause We Finally Made It

We made it I know Teezy would of been proud of me

That's why he still living inside of me

I say we made it

We had to brand ourselves

Cause we ain't basic

In my pocket there's a phonebook

Alotta pages

Got cho address so don't play me

I'll have yo momma tied up even out yo cases

Spread em wide both legs

Fuck with her til she bow leg

Feelin on her booty

Like damn that's fake them booty shots

He cuffin bitches police

I been rolling for like four days

She wanna suck my dick go head

I been to hell and back enough said

I remember making a pallets in the weirdest places

Fuck nigga put us out

Momma always told me remember faces

And I can't spit it soft

I gotta go the hardest

I tell em trade mark bitch

I need to see a doctor cause I'm sick been spittin

Plus I got alotta partners in the pin and they did

Cause I'm viscous and I'm like a snake

I wrap around them and spit venom

And I killem

And I stayed down with my hustle

You don't know my struggle

My momma worked a double

Juss so I can have double

I couldn't take a loss

I had to make my money back

Told my momma she could dye all her gray hair

Cause they ain't comin back

Now I'm on top

And these niggas want to hate

They see I came from the block

And stayed down the same way

And I got banged up by the cops

But got out the same day

And I pat myself on my back

Cause nigga...