Shoutout (feat. mafio) Rich Homie Quan

Yeah, let me talk my shit, nigga
Rich Homie, my clique, nigga
Quan, let go

I done made a little money, fucked a couple bitches
Lost a couple homies, niggas weren't official
Better watch your homies ‘cause they'll try and get you
Long nights when I was hungry, you know I remember
I done made a little money, fucked a couple bitches
Lost a couple homies, niggas weren't official
Better watch your homies ‘cause they'll try and get you
Short term memory but I do remember

I remember all the times when a nigga didn't have shit
Used to have a hood rat and now I got a bad bitch
Used to be pork beans, now it's shrimp salad
Standing here with all my jewelry on ‘cause I ain't never had shit
Bitch, I got an Escalade, shout out to my daddy
Rich Homie got hella ranks, shout out to my family
Yeah, you know my preference, collard greens over cabbage
Gotta fire your lil' boy, triffle kissing these rabbits
And phone Gotti, I don't want it, I done had it
'85 Camaro, that bitch nasty
And I'm next to blow on that blunt, I ain't gonna pass it
And some of my niggas say I'm acting funny