Lyrics Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan

Long Enough

Zaytoven

Hit Boy Cass

Came along way from sharin' rooms with my brother yeah

We was on our own cause my momma worked a double yeah

Couldn't afford designer it was Hilfiger Tommy yeah

I was ten saw my cousin cookin' dope he said don't come in here

Every since then I been influenced to get that money yeah

Eight years old I knew ben frank was a hundred yeah

Count the cash, get the bag, trackstar run it up

Give em my scraps about yo check, because that shit not long enough

I woulda gave that bitch a whole meal because I wanted her

Hollywood bitch she got two kids and her tummy tucked

You put on that shit you not weak girl you strong enough

You were my best friend when I was broke and I was lonely girl

I was your best friend when you were down and you were vulnerable

Back when we was swipin' EBT down by the corner store

I was in the game I wasn't never watchin' from the crowd

In eleventh grade yeah I have my locker smellin' loud

Somewhere in twelfth grade round the time I made my first child

You see a lot of pain when you shake my hand look at my eyes

I told my brother no more sharin' rooms we gon get a bigger house

Never forget where I came that what this about

Came along way from sharin' rooms with my brother yeah

We was on our own cause my momma worked a double yeah

Couldn't afford designer it was Hilfiger Tommy yeah

I was ten saw my cousin cookin' dope he said don't come in here

Every since then I been influenced to get that money yeah

Eight years old I knew ben frank was a hundred yeah

Count the cash, get the bag, trackstar run it up

Give em my scraps about yo check, because that shit not long enough

Money not a option if we want it we gon buy it dawg

Bought that 442 from shawty I damn near blow the tires off

Keep my concentration on that money don't take my eyes off

We in this together we can't lose cause then it'd be our fault

I'm gon make it up to you I promise that my bad bruh

Love me genuine just like he trust me wit yo last dawg

He must be from enough he think he slick he tryna fast talk

Four hundred thousand in the Louie duffel that that bag talk

They say that money on your brain turn to bad thoughts

I'ma keep some money in the bank and in my dad's vault

I saw my cousin in the kitchen he was fishin' a quarter

Don't put these hoes before fam blood thicker than water

Came along way from sharin' rooms with my brother yeah

We was on our own cause my momma worked a double yeah

Couldn't afford designer it was Hilfiger Tommy yeah

I was ten saw my cousin cookin' dope he said don't come in here

Every since then I been influenced to get that money yeah

Eight years old I knew ben frank was a hundred yeah

Count the cash, get the bag, trackstar run it up

Give em my scraps about yo check, because that shit not long enough