[Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
[Rich Homie Quan]
It's somethin' 'bout them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin' like a pimp, nigga)
And we can't go for no disrespect 'cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin' in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day (Woah)
[Rich Homie Quan]
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
[Mozzy]
Yeah, ridin' 'round with this fully loaded
If it's smoke like you insinuated, get up on us
Killers say the love me, I'm from Killafornia
Got the verty lookin' purty, ain't no ceilin' on 'em
Mansion in the tuck, couple million for 'em
We ain't boardin' flights with suckers without stealin' on 'em
Doggy switched sides, but he still a homie
You can't get inside this ride, this for killers only
Statement that you gave 'em wasn't G at all
And yo' autograph was on it, I done seen it all
Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall
She ain't talkin' 'bout no chili, then you need to pause
[Rich Homie Quan]
It's somethin' 'bout them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin' like a pimp, nigga)
And we can't go for no disrespect 'cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin' in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day (Woah)
[Rich Homie Quan]
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
[Mozzy]
Yeah, my palms itchin', rockin' Palms Angel
Probably end up in Solano for this hot potato
I'm a hour thirty minutes from this drop in Diego
Exotic pops be showin' love, they sent the box of Faygos
Yeah, I seen a homie mix the sauce with K-Roll
They called him back to get some mo' and gave that boy a halo
I'm a Northern Cali' nigga, I ain't from the Bay, though
Take you to Fourth where I'ma joint and I got all the say so
I would love to hear you out, ain't got the time of day, though
Finna pour a four for Skeem and pour a four for Fredo
Bail my brother out of jail and put him on the label
And he ain't gotta sign nothin', duckets on the table
[Rich Homie Quan]
It's somethin' 'bout them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin' like a pimp, nigga)
And we can't go for no disrespect 'cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin' in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day (Woah)
[Rich Homie Quan]
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
[Rich Homie Quan]
I don't talk to twelve, can't let no cop in here (Nah, nigga)
You can't get in the party, got no guap in here (Oh, hell nah)
Chopsticks in the kitchen, we might pop 'em here (Might fire 'em up)
I been payin' a lot of taxes, makin' five a year (Bitch, I'm famous)
I hope my baby mama don't hear this song, dawg (I hope she do)
'Cause she gon' try to get another loan, dawg (Fuck that ho)
Why my partner get indicted off a phone call? (Man, why he did?)
I'ma count that money, bae, shit, hold on (Hold up)
We been out so long, it's time to go home (Home)
This ain't nothin', 'cause I was humble, boy, for so long (Like, what?)
I told her, "Eat that shit up like a Cold Stone" (Damn)
And I might have to let you know that
[Rich Homie Quan]
It's somethin' 'bout them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin' like a pimp, nigga)
And we can't go for no disrespect 'cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin' in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day (Woah)
[Rich Homie Quan]
And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
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