Think About It (Rich As In Spirit) Rich Homie Quan (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Damn man
Nard & B
I done just woke up
A fuckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another bitch
Trenchwerk
And another bankroll, hey

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin'
Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty spaces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I watch my cousin the kitchen, he like a slave (he whip it up)
My uncle died from that needle, yeah it was AIDs nigga (my Uncle Roy)
Turner Field might be gone but I'm still brave nigga (say what)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
That money counter count it for me, I'ma made man (that money baby)
I told my buddy, "Don't renig," like a spades hand (I don't renig)
These Cartiers but they used to be some Ray Bans (rich homie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
Everyday I'm Sunday fresh, I talk that shit just like a preacher (I talk that shit)
Niggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)
They don't hear what I'm sayin', they like a car without no speakers (that right too)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it