Thoughts Str8 Rich Homie Quan

[Hook]
I'm sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming

[Verse 1]
I look myself in the mirror said "that money won't change"
Im tryna buy a bigger house so there'd be no more complaining
My money good my lawyer straight gotta throw it out of the ring
You better believe it boy we leaving the same way that we came
If a nigga disrespect me then he might not be breathing
Alot of red flags around me everybody they bleeding
They know I got it out the streets I wrote my name in the city
And everytime I go to sleep im still fighting them demons
Count them backends with my road dog
Like a naked bitch dont make homie expose y'all
When i smoke that weed i get closed off
If I wouldve kept popping molly I would be throwed off

[Hook]
I'm sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock bhave
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming