[Intro:] Yeah Rich Homie Quan What's funny? These niggas throwing slick shots like You know me? I go direct with it With them! Put her name on it, nigga
Hook You know it was hard to hear at first I couldn't understand what you saying And these bitches bound to get hurt Cause a lot of these niggas be playing, aha! And I fuck with Shawty on the low And I know she know I'm the man So that extra shit gotta go She probably don't know That I fucked her friend If she ask about it I'm a be like, "blah blah blah blah" When she try to argue with me I be like, "blah blah blah blah" Trying to get back with me I be like, "hell nah no, no" And we ain't talking about no money I'm like, "blah blah blah blah"
Small talk gonna do that Get rich homie, you knew that It's a damn shame, I don't gang bang But I feel nigga blue black I'm in the old school, no Them old folk like how you do that? He ain't fooling me, this ain't new to me That ain't an Aston Martin, that's a new Jag But it clean, though And if you're late on the payment Boy, that shit get ripped, oh And you're Big Jeezy, huh I got her on the line And I'm in her like a free throw Getting deep throat, at the We running trains on these freak hoes And I told my nigga that I decoded "Blah blah blah blah"
Quit going in on these niggas (I won't stop stop stop stop) Keep putting my money over these bitches (Til I'm at the top top top top) And you niggas can't stop my vision Don't know what you thought thought thought thought (And I ball ball ball ball) Everything I got's all good
Hook You know it was hard to hear at first I couldn't understand what you saying And these bitches bound to get hurt Cause a lot of these niggas be playing, aha! And I fuck with Shawty on the low And I know she know I'm the man So that extra shit gotta go She probably don't know That I fucked her friend If she ask about it I'm a be like, "blah blah blah blah" When she try to argue with me I be like, "blah blah blah blah" Trying to get back with me I be like, "hell nah no, no" And we ain't talking about no money I'm like, "blah blah blah blah"
"Blah blah blah blah" That's how it sound when these bitches talk "Raw raw raw raw" When a nigga flashes that's what we call it Like "Hell no no no" I need a real diamond, ain't faking that I'm like five nine feet tall Hardly over the line, he ain't takin' that You nigga talking like ho That's why I can't fuck with you Doing shows all around the globe Cause everybody fuck with me Fuck nigga You'll be in the front nigga I'll show you what's up nigga Fuck nigga Ain't never said that shit's bad Trying to keep it one hunna And I tried to show love with you That's the main reason why I don't trust niggas (trust!) Standing under landing bridges still above these niggas I'm no beginner Don't I spit it like a vet, nigga? That nigga talking like a ho Tell that bitch nigga speak up!
Hook You know it was hard to hear at first I couldn't understand what you saying And these bitches bound to get hurt Cause a lot of these niggas be playing, aha! And I fuck with Shawty on the low And I know she know I'm the man So that extra shit gotta go She probably don't know That I fucked her friend If she ask about it I'm a be like, "blah blah blah blah" When she try to argue with me I be like, "blah blah blah blah" Trying to get back with me I be like, "hell nah no, no" And we ain't talking about no money I'm like, "blah blah blah blah"
Compositores: Tyrone William Griffin (Griffin William), John David Jackson (Fabolous Sport), Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Izell Staton (Izzetheproducer), Deja Monet Trimble (Dej Loaf) ECAD: Obra #22184417