All of Em Rich Homie Quan

[Chorus]
Five hundred in these jeans I got on
Fell asleep, I had a dream I was on
It get lonely in this million dollar home
Thirty-five for the Wocky, I want all of 'em
These bitches don't speak no English, I want all of 'em
When I'm goin' through shit, my mom who I call on
Gave her five hundred thousand for a mall run

[Verse 1]
Still walkin' through this bitch, I'm feelin' like man (Rich Homie)
I had me and Dre countin' up rappers' advance (Dre)
Bust Patek in Miami, water on the sand (Water)
I put that pistol in her purse, they thinkin' she a tran (Why?)
'Cause the dick on it longer than the avеrage man (Ayy)
Now the group chat wanna fuck me 'causе she told her friends (Why?)
They taught me every fuckin' dog got a day comin' (I know it)
They don't know I'm still spendin' some type of way money
Tah, money on his head, better hide your boy
I'll pay up two hundred K a year on child support
Neighbors called the police because I bought a Porsche (398)
That's a Ferrari in the yard, that is not a horse
Ayy, mama punishment cost more than your mortgage
How the fuck they leave my name off the Forbes List?
Forty million dollars, two years, I'm scorchin'
I done lost endorsements
Went to Magic City, requested for me a Courtney
How much you got on you?