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Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Stimme und Gesang
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter:in
John Carrington Jr.
John Carrington Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Evan Nunziante
Evan Nunziante
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Hey
Rich Homie?
That you?
Let go
[Verse 2]
See, I walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year (Man of the year)
And a broke **** can't understand
Hunnid grand in these pants over here (Hunnid grand, ****)
Picture that, I'ma hit her from the back
With my hands on her hips (I'ma fuck your bitch)
And I'm smokin' out the bag
But I see your man with a zip (Whole pound, ****)
Everybody attention on me
'Cause everythin' I saw so real (Rich Homie)
And that little thirty piece spent on the AP
Got a **** so chill (I'm shinin', ho)
And I got a hunnid thousand times five
That's five hunnid, I ain't got a deal (Half a mil)
And I was lookin' lean
I ain't bein' funny when I say I don't drink beer (No, ****)
[Verse 3]
Got a fam that love me
I'll die about them and I'll kill (Fam fist)
I told my **** only rule we got here
Thou shalt never steal (Rich Homie, baby)
You prolly don't like me, ****
I don't really give a fuck how you feel (Fuck)
I'ma tell you how it is, they don't let a bitch feel
Do you know I keep my jeans filled with money? (I do)
[Verse 4]
Ain't never met a **** like me before (Nah)
That pistol on me
I keep it exposed (Fu-fu-fuck)
I done made a million dollars
And I done sell my soul (I'm rich, ****)
Tell them folk that I got it
And I ain't even go to college
Brand new car and it's robotic (Hey)
I can touch one button (Hey, hey, hey)
Make the top go back like (Hey) (Drop top my whip)
I can say two word
Make her panty just drop like (Hey) (Drop, shawty)
The young **** trigger happy with them guns
They gon' spray (Click, clack, bang)
And they'll do whatever I say (Okay)
[Verse 5]
'Cause I got a brand new car the other day
She all on my dick now
It's all in her face
See a **** gettin' rich now she callin' off sick
I done got a bitch pregnant with a babe on the way
Say it's time to eat so I'm sayin' grace
More money, more problems, I was playin' that mase (I was)
Hey, we're gettin' money this way (Get money)
You broke, I'll say it to your face (Broke ****, get back)
[Verse 6]
Security ain't talkin' 'bout shit
I done walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year (Like the man of the year) (Hey)
I done walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year (Yeah, man of the year)
And they let me in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year (You don't the man over here)
Get a fan over here
Hunnid grand over here
(Oh, ****)
[Verse 7]
And I still spend money that I made like last month, ****
(All this money)
With all this money, I can do what I want, **** (Do what I want)
With all this weed, I prefer that my blunts are swishers
Ballin' too hard on these ****
Referee blow the whistle (Ballin', ****)
Shoot out with your ****
You the type to throw the pistol (Old scare ass)
And if it's a shootout with my ****
I'm the first to blow the pistol (Believe that)
And I know you kissed her (The fool)
Right after I dismissed her (You did)
You know I had to keep it in the family
Now I'm fuckin' her sister, oh shit
Now her big brother mad
'Cause he know she smashed by the homie (You in your feelin')
And I don't need no deposit
'Cause you know a **** walkin' with it on me (Fuck ****, try me)
And I'ma hit that pussy when it's fresh
Early in the mornin'
'Cause it need the kissin'
Hey, it's been four days
I'ma fuck you like I miss you (Hey)
Smokin' all this weed, 'cause you know a **** got issues (I ain't crazy)
I've been locked up twice
I already fucked up my name in the system (Twice already)
RIP Teezy, bought my first chain
Hell, yeah, I remember (RIP Teezy)
If it wasn't for you probably be where I'm at so how can forget you?
[Verse 8]
****, I'm still in the hood
I'm still in the trap
I'm still the same ****
My momma still live by Greenbriar
Ain't nothin' changed but the figures
Ain't nothin' lame 'bout me, ****
If I want it, I'ma buy it
Don't check the tag, ****
Security ain't check my bag, ****
[Verse 9]
So I done walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year (Feelin' like the man of the year)
I done walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year ( Feelin' like the man of the year)
I say, I walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year (Feelin' like the man of the year)
Say, I walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year (Man of the year)
I done walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year
(I done walked in with two cups feelin' like the man of the year)
I say, I walked in with two cups
Feelin' like the man of the year
Man of the year
Hey
Them **** lame over there
I'm the man over here
Hey, hey
Written by: John Antonio Carrington Jr, Devontay Lamar Dequantes
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