[Pre-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper
Soufflé
I'm straight, I steak my plate
Sade, I'm a smooth operator
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
(I drop the top of my whip baby!)
That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way
This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way
Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way
Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way
Mr. CEO is what my title say
Me and my homies G'd your ho, he feel some type of way
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Ok now let’s be real I know you feel some type of way
When I get to biting on her ear she make that Tyson face
I drop down to my knees thankful for life today
No naps since long sleep; hibernate
I can tell if he tell if he 12, right away
Go through hell cause I care, move you far away
Drop you off late, know he feel some type of way
I got hoes like golf trynna make what Tiger made
I got a hide away, and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break
I find a way, to still get through struggle, what I’m tryna say
And I ain't lying today when i tell you that I love…
My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper
Soufflé
I'm straight, I steak my plate
Sade, I'm a smooth operator
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
(I drop the top of my whip baby!)
That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way
This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way
Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way
Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way
Mr. CEO is what my title say
Me and my homies G'd your ho, he feel some type of way
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Ok now let’s be real I know you feel some type of way
When I get to biting on her ear she make that Tyson face
I drop down to my knees thankful for life today
No naps since long sleep; hibernate
I can tell if he tell if he 12, right away
Go through hell cause I care, move you far away
Drop you off late, know he feel some type of way
I got hoes like golf trynna make what Tiger made
I got a hide away, and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break
I find a way, to still get through struggle, what I’m tryna say
And I ain't lying today when i tell you that I love…
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