Cash Money Rich Homie Quan (Ft. Birdman)

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
When I was at the bottom, seemed like I would never have nothin'
I done drove all the fastest cars, feeling like a crash dummy
Ain’t know I would make it this far, now the haters can't laugh at me
I got so much cash on me
Feeling like Baby, with all this cash money
I got all this cash money, I’m 'bout to throw this cash money
Cash money, feeling like Baby with all this cash money

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
When I was little, wanted to be a Hot Boy
I remember buying Wayne CD "The Block is Hot" boy
And Juvenile, four hundred degree hot boy
Mannie Fresh he kept it G, every beat had knock boy
I don’t fuck with no police if they in their cop car
All my niggas know I’m G, Rich Homie who they vouch for
If you do not fuck with me
Why you run your mouth for?
Camaro, I've got bucket seats
Forgiatos mounted up
Hundred thousand count it up
I Ran through thousands, ask my girl
A little sense of humor, they say that I don’t laugh enough
These niggas got me crackin’ up
No joke! They fuck me when i broke