Only Child Rich Homie Quan
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[Intro]
Carter
[Chorus]
Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile)
Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama)
Go to jail, BM hold me down
I can't fuck with them, I know they kind
Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper
No more more strugglin, grindin', girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper
I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga
Every time I hit the scene, gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement
[Verse 1]
Form against me 'cause I got weapons
I told her fuck me like I gotta turn myself in
I ate my first plate and I came back for seconds
All of my niggas stick together like we X-Men
Gun got two names, Smith & Wesson
Grab a strap to hit it hard, I'ma get the FN
Security ain't pat me down, Homie got the TEC in
Fuck around and beat you down like I'm playin' Tekken
All of these sacrifices I made were for me and you
I'm in love with money, so it's hard to be with you
I held it down, did my part, but you ain't hold your end
And I know that bankroll get flimsy, but I won't fold nor bend, no (Rich Homie, baby)
Carter
[Chorus]
Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile)
Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama)
Go to jail, BM hold me down
I can't fuck with them, I know they kind
Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper
No more more strugglin, grindin', girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper
I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga
Every time I hit the scene, gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement
[Verse 1]
Form against me 'cause I got weapons
I told her fuck me like I gotta turn myself in
I ate my first plate and I came back for seconds
All of my niggas stick together like we X-Men
Gun got two names, Smith & Wesson
Grab a strap to hit it hard, I'ma get the FN
Security ain't pat me down, Homie got the TEC in
Fuck around and beat you down like I'm playin' Tekken
All of these sacrifices I made were for me and you
I'm in love with money, so it's hard to be with you
I held it down, did my part, but you ain't hold your end
And I know that bankroll get flimsy, but I won't fold nor bend, no (Rich Homie, baby)
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