Glasses Off - Rich Homie Quan

I’m so Rich Homie babe

I had to take my glasses off

'cause I couldn’t see you and believe it

And my homie lyin'

Had to see with my own eyes

But now I got my glasses off

See the attitude through my mean eyes (I see it nigga)

Look a man straight in the eyes

To prove that he ain’t lying

And that’s the reason my glasses off

Now you see that’s soft

Where I’m comin' from

Least they come, nigga front for nothin'

That’s when they see that boy

But I ain’t mad at all

When somethin' got my sights slightly trippin' (what's that?)

My glasses off — wipe my lenses, for brighter vision

Now I must speed, I think that Porsche coupe not fast enough

So don’t fuck with me, now a nigga in court, for shootin' no basketball

Now I love to see Millie out that nasty place, it been a little minute 'cause

His assault was aggravated, he was caught on camera ragin'

But I feel that shit was fed up

First heard guilty, stood up and took my glasses off

Fuckin' disbelief, prayin' disagree, when I know it ain’t

Like a missin' piece, somethin' incomplete, puzzle played

Talked to homie just the other day, my check

I can see it on his mother’s face, she under stress

And her heart ache, for God’s sake, the note on her car late

I got a fetish for Dolce, but

I had to take my glasses off

'cause I couldn’t see you and believe it

And my homie lyin'

Had to see with my own eyes

And now I got my glasses off

See the attitude through my mean eyes (I see it nigga)

Look a man straight in the eyes

To prove that he ain’t lying

And that’s the reason my glasses off

Now you see that’s soft

Where I’m comin' from

Least they come, nigga front for nothin'

That’s when they see that boy

But I ain’t mad at all

When somethin' got my sights slightly trippin' (what's that?)

My glasses off — wipe my lenses, for brighter vision

Okay now vision 20/20, I see everything

I was chillin' at Gucci Villa

He pulled over my Grand Mustang

Conversation, that’s our business

Ain’t for pulling your nigga home game

And he money, where we gettin'?

I swear, got a young nigga paid

And I swear, got a young nigga made

I got a driver, ain’t lyin', when he be drivin'

He by flyin', you wanna find him?

He’s on time, he my nigga, (Rich Homie)

And we straight, we forever, (never dyin')

I pray, some day we make one play and we

Gotta come straight, wanna hear Quan say, okay okay

I like him, go skirt, go and have 'em all

Handkerchief for my lenses, hoe

My vision blurry, glasses off

I need cash to call (I swear I do)

'cause all these hoes can’t hear from me

Like why these hoes be after me

I can barely see, so

I had to take my glasses off

'cause I couldn’t see you and believe it

And my homie lyin'

Had to see with my own eyes

And now I got my glasses off

See the attitude through my mean eyes (I see it nigga)

Look a man straight in the eyes

To prove that he ain’t lying

And that’s the reason my glasses off

Now you see that’s soft

Where I’m comin' from

Least they come, nigga front for nothin'

That’s when they see that boy

But I ain’t mad at all

When somethin' got my sights slightly trippin' (what's that?)

My glasses off — wipe my lenses, for brighter vision