- Rich Homie Quan 34 歌詞
- Rich Homie Quan
- 30, you a fool for this one
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin and we makin money see that open door
We been gettin it we been goin hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah its automatic
You work at Lids puttin sh*t on your kids
Gon with all that cappin talk your sh*t Rich Homie
Pulled up in that Benz I hopped out perfect I hopped out clean
Tried to rob me you got killed now was it worth it fa-fa-fa-fa
Might buy that Maybach
I grew up without no curtains might buy that six-three n **ga
And when I get it Ima keep my windows rolled up on purpose ayy ayy
You cant tell a n**ga like me sh*t nah
I aint have it all when I was little nope
Sixteen years old drinkin liquor what
I aint never ever touched a beer ha
I aint never ever touch a mill never
Till I stayed down and start rappin I stayed down n**ga
Then I turned my dreams into reality that right too I rode that
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk sh *t like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin and we makin money see that open door
We been gettin it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah its automatic
You work at Lids puttin sh*t on your kids gon with all that cappin
We were growin up fightin when we were kids yeah
Remember some nights where we aint eat ayy
I was Holyfield hustlin in the trap truth
They was Mike Tyson bitin on the kid ayy Mike
I remember tryin to get rich hey
Smokin two for fives of the mid woo
Never had nothing growin up nah
N**ga dont be surprised when I get it ayy
Where were you when I was on my dick woo
I was so broke I needed fix yup
Reminiscin bout me growin up
You know I hate to talk about this sh*t I do
Load the ten and walked up out the b**ch ten
Stripper fame tryin to see who gettin it ha
Walkin around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this b**ch Rich Homie baby
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin and we makin money see that open door
We been gettin it we been goin hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah its automatic
You work at Lids puttin sh*t on your kids gon with all thatcappin
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