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Gamble - Rich Homie Quan
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Gamble - Rich Homie Quan
[Intro]
I been knew, life was a gamble, man, you know I'm sayin'?
We all take a risk everyday, haha, but I ain't trippin'
I just gotta do this

[Chorus]
Roll the die (Roll the die)
Hit the curb, do yo' number, pick up money (Pick up money)
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground runnin'
Trap spot do that Percs, sell that molly, smoke that reefer, huh
Mama told me she ain't like me hanging with them people
Made a forty, put in twenty, made it flip again (Woah)
Twenty bands from the bank, two-hundred Benjamins (Woah)
Two-hundred bands for some bags, boy, you better call me (Yeah)
U-Haul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 1]
Money on the phone, money callin', yeah, I talk to it
Need a new safe 'cause the money got a wall full (Hey)
I just spent a day in the bay, it was all good (Hey)
Backend, count it up by myself before I walk through it (Hey)
All about my business, in my pockets, none but white folks
Money can't buy love 'cause this bitch ain't even my type, though (Hey)
Turn up at the day party and kill 'em at the night show (Hey)
Real nigga reunion, I fuck wit 'em so I might go (Hey)
Rappin' easy, I can do it arm tied, eyes closed
When robbing was a job, I would do that shit from nine to four (Hey)
My partner drove from holly grove to here to get them Xans
And I rebulk every number with that money in my hand (Hey, hey)
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