Yeahhh - Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie, baby!

Yeah, aye man

You can bet the house on me dog

I told all my niggas, if they had a thousand dollars

We gon' make it back

I’m in love with types of bitches, you regular type of nigga

Be tryna get in my business, but couldn’t run in my business

These niggas they in they feelings, can’t hide em because we see it

These niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed

Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid

At every game I would win, they would think that shit was rigged

That pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog

Find out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out

Find out she ovulating, hit her raw then pull it out

Why she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out?

I told that bitch, «Swallow these babies and don’t fucking spit 'em out»

(Why? Why? Why?) ‘Cause they might grow up to be something real special

You can’t never trust nobody, never trust nobody

Cold-hearted motherfucker never love nobody, never love nobody

Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet

No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink

At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet

Still stop at Gresham Citgo just to get me some sweets

Shout out Choo, Nootie Bone, shout out Paridise

Shout out the 6, ‘cause that’s my zone, shout out to PDE

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah

I keep my pistol on ready, ‘cause I don’t live for the moment

Shorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies

She suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna

She asking, «Quan, do you got me?»

I tell her, «Get some insurance»

Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty

Because all day, all day, I’ve been running through this money

These bitches be flirtin', I fucked that hoe for no purpose

I swear that all day, all day, I’ve been running through these condoms

Tell me why, maybe you know

They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke

Came back in the motherfuckin' trenches

Tight shirt on with some Balmain britches

Them lame niggas over there boy I hit all they bitches

I hit all they bitches, to the point, that I fucked them, and don’t call them

bitches

I ain’t saying what I’m doing may be right

But when I do it, boy, I give the lil kids, God damn

Jump out the hot box, police on me, I’m dodgin' the car

I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin'

Nah, be careful they got it, nah, be careful I got jailed

The code word, we call it, «Christmas» when we talking bail

I made a oath and told myself I wouldn’t go back to jail

Walked up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got hot as Hell

But I ain’t give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

And I don’t give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls

Where I’m from, we ain’t seeing shit, we ain’t heard of shit, and we don’t talk

And every nigga take a loss, that’s how you come back, that make you a boss

Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em

Her natural hair long, what I like about her

This ain’t even all of my shit, this ain’t even all of my whips

These ain’t even all of my bitches, y’all ain’t even all of my niggas

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah