Can’t Judge Her Rich Homie Quan

[Intro]
This is for them get money bitches
You know what I mean
I can't judge y'all
However y'all get that money

[Hook 1]
See I, Met her at Magic
And I don't go there often
Anything she can have it
All she gotta do is call
And she go to school by day
But she at night she work at Onyx
You can't judge
She'll do anything to get that money
Even if she sell dope start cooking
Dancing or selling pussy it don't matter cause..
You Can't Judge Her
Ever if she got four different baby daddy's
I don't care long as she happy
It ain't my business cause
You Can't Judge Her

[Verse 1]
Nawl I can't judge her
What you do is your business
But when I see you out in public
I can tell that you gettin it
Them shopping sprees are dating
She remind herself by phone
And she passing all her classes
Pay tuition on her own
Tell them bitches this yo song
Turn it up before the speakers say (okay)
I got my own everything so we relate
To each other, that money we cuddle
B-bitches we fuck together
You got my back forever and ever
I love the fact you got yo own and i salute you girl
You don't depend on nobody
Dedicate this to ya girl
I remember when I first asked for your number
You said I couldn't have it
Then I saw you at the parking lot at Magic
And it went like