Lyrics Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan

Gamble

I been knew, life was a gamble man, You know I'm sayin'

We all take a risk everyday, , but I ain't trippin, I just gotta do this

The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money

Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running

Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer

Momma told me she ain't like me hanging with them people

Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again

20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin's

200 bands for some bands boy you better call me

Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

Money on the phone, money callin' yeah I talk to it

Need a new safe 'cause the money got a wall full

I just spent a day in the bay it was all good

Back end count it up by myself before I walk thru it

All about my business and my pockets nun' but white folks

Money can't buy love 'cause this bitch ain't even my type doe

Turn up at the day party and kill 'em at the night show

Real nigga reunion I fuck wit 'em so iImight go

Rapping easy I can do it "arm tied , eyes closed"

When robbing was a job I would do that shit from "9 to 4"

My partner drove from holly grove to here to get them xan's

And I rebulk every number with that money in my had

The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money

Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running

Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer

Momma told me she ain't like me hanging with them people

Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again

20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin's

200 bands for some bands boy you better call me

Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it

God put my blessing in the hood I had to walk for it

I can end a conversation quick like a off button

Money come up every other hour yeah I talk numbers

Lil homie in the cut finger itching ready to off some

If you ain't talk money over 100's it ain't bout nun'

Partner did 10 and he already wanna rob some

Count that backend by myself and naw we ain't lost nun'

For me they clear the room make some space for the boss come

Canary yellow diamond got these niggas acting cautious

He scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin'

VVS's they shining I got my number and I'm bout da

The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money

Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running

Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer

Momma told me she ain't like me hanging with them people

Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again

20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin's

200 bands for some bands boy you better call me

Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it