Fuck Wit Me Rich Homie Quan

[Intro]
Stoopid
Yeah, yeah, oooh, oooh
Yeah, aye, you know that money don’t make you real, right?
Ha, that shit just define the person you are
Ya feel me?
Real nigga since day one man, aye

[Chorus]
Ayy, I gotta give my all once again
Gotta put my heart in this shit
Get up if I fall once again
Save it up all, don’t spend
First thing I bought was the Bent, let me talk my shit
I been working hard on my craft
Long sleeve shirt
Boy you know it's something up my sleeve
And I ain’t ever going out bad
Middle finger up
Boy you know you can’t fuck with me

[Verse 1]
I could never let that bullshit you do get to me
Charge a nigga for the game, I be givin’ him some fee
Too much finger when I bang I throw up a bigger B
Swear my life is like a puzzle, I need a missing piece (hey)
The more hater that I get, boy that paper increase
The more money that I spend, the more friends decrease
Face card good, we were somewhere eating free
Smokin’ good gas, pump five, BP (yeah)
Neighborhood stop sign, we was in the street (yeah)
Still goin’ in top five, mention me (yeah)
Better clock in, you don’t work, you don’t eat (yeah)
I got old money, put up boy, stop playin’ wit me (lil' nigga)
We were takin’ everything, playin’ for keeps (lil' bitch)
You never been a boss, you not the man to me (Quan)
Talkin’ money, yeah 100 grand is cheap to me (that right too nigga)