Listen - Rich Homie Quan

Jumped out the porch

I ain’t have nothing

When I was poor

They was laughin at me

Now I’m on them billboards

And I’m laughing at em

I give you my heart

You can have it baby

It was cool at first and it’s been a little dramatic lately

It was me and you at first, it’s been me and your family lately

Why throw my name in the dirt

Like what happened baby

Make up sex make her hurt

Ride this saddle baby

Close them no muslim, but asamalekoum

Cause them my cousins a get something shaking

The oven baking

Let them motherfucker on 350

Ain’t counting my days, feel like I’ve been on the road for 350

Days nigga

Aye

I’m paid nigga

Hey

Ain’t tell you bout the house that I got with that lay

And the backyard nigga act hard nigga

I will pull your card nigga

Play

With me that’s some niggas who will lay

On you that you stay

Nigga I ain’t play on the ground all you hatin niggas

Like a Jesus piece, no, I ain’t playing with you

If a bitch a freak I ain’t even lay with her

Used to hit a lick just to make a couple bands nigga

Ay ayeeee Talk a lil louder I ain’t hearin what you sayin nigga

Did a couple walk thru’s made a lot of bands nigga

I ain’t tryna talk to you, if you ain’t talking cash nigga

Money, like Usher

I got the bad nigga, bad nigga

Michael Jackson bad nigga, bad nigga

Aye leather jacket on yeah I’m that nigga

I was born in the 80s like the crack nigga (aye) 7x

Never heard of Atari play games on em

Never drove in the Ferrari switching lanes on em

Damien Wayne that’s a shame on em

Big booty freak, the bitch tatted my name on it

I heard them niggas hating y’all the same homies

Since the niggas claim they hot I set some flames on em

Real Nigga what you thought we ain’t lame homie

Skinny jeans see the knot and the thang on me

Bang Bang Pow there go one of ya’ll niggas

If I aim at y’all ian missing one of you niggas

Creep in your house like Clause, I ain’t using no chimney

Like the 24th of December, I’mma make you niggas remember

Them Christmas Eve’s ian had shit

Was a beginner, em open mics they was laughing

Now I’m spending so much money

They ain’t asking no question bout my bitch cause she the baddest

I been on the road, yeah I seen a lot of hoes

At the end of every rainbow is there a pot of gold?

Want to hold you in my hand, want you under my control

For selling the city girl I want to tell the globe

Ran off my money now I’m tryna get some more

Bands to the ceiling I will stack it from the floor

And we got some off in the wall

Some more be hide the picture

Over the high 5 play behind law

Ian like the call empire he was our

Referee that’s a foul, gotta technical

Cause how hard a nigga ball

TMZ all in my business cause I fall, I meant fell

Born in October weighting on my scale

I ain’t tryna come over if I can not nail

This picture in your fame they bitching on my name

Rich Homie Baby