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It's Rich Homie nigga You know the voice nigga Turn yo speakers up man Ya feel me I need all my sexy bitches, to get that mothafuckin money! (Dat right too!) [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Got a penthouse sitting by the lake Don't let my shrunk to the sea Got the trap house beating like they They trying to slide on a young nigga safe Fucking four hoes feeling like a pimp That's a dip when I walk not a limp That's a forty hanging off my hip Fuck around get shot, y'all niggas ain't real I'm just trynna get some money Make that money, Make that money, Make that money I'm just trynna get some money Take that money, Take that money, Take that money I'm just trynna get some money Whole lotta money, Whole lotta money, Whole lotta money I'm just trynna get some money Work for this money, Work for this money, Work for this money baby! Songtexte[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Spent 3200 on shoes last week, bought just two pair I'm in the big boy Presidential Suite, bet you can't guess who there? And I got like 4 or 5 freaks said molly and they said oh yeah Cuz a bitch'll do anything for me with my finger and she said go well.(go well) Im somewhere sitting with my feet up Imma get it right back in Ariba Don't follow that crowd, be a leader Imma school these niggas I'm a teacher Can't fool me nigga, you see through I do this nigga I'm legal Yo bitch fucking me holling free you Got my stick in her face like Kiku If you ain't know nigga, that's Chinese food Name a crew who can do it like we do AC blowing on a nigga, I'm 3-cool It's only one of me be you She a runaway if she get loose And I'm on a runaway sipping on juice With my mind on one thang, trying to get some loot When she see the top floor view [Hook] [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] I been fucking this new ho that I just met, going on 2 weeks The bitch really moving to fast, ho already in to deep She been sucking on dick to long, got black all around her knees I don't know what type of shit she on When she suck it, she'll make a nigga scream! I won that game, nigga you loss Buckin' on two cops Stay down from the bottom young nigga Now I'm standing on the rooftop Got money in the shoebox Never flex what you got Fuck around get you shot I got two Glocks It's me against the world, nigga feeling like 2Pac Who hot? Nigga, you not I needa more space, got 2 spots And I don't give a fuck who you are And I got 4 doors, 2 cars And I'm doing more shows than you thought And I'm on that road, getting money Sold out shows, for Rich Homie Nigga, ask your ho, she know me She was at my! [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania