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gucci mane rich homie quan - out like that lyrics

(verse)
i’m just a young n-gg-, don’t give a f-ck
tryna run these funds up
yo b-tch is a hitchhiker ‘cus she gotta throw em up
thumbin through a half a mill, look down and f-ck my thumb up
and i’m a multi-millionaire but gucci still can’t put the bomb up
run up, i’mma gun you down, smoking gangsta out the cloud
and if you girlfriend’ friend fine i’mma get it down
i got faces faces faces, i go to sleep and wake up in foreign places
this sh-t be deep and plus this drive katrinas crazy
look at depending how it’s overpopulated
and i done spent so many millions fighting cases
it’s like they throw food at my mouth, my mama baby

(hook)
i got a cup full of pain and a blunt full of problems
and i’m feeling like i’m going crazy
got a bad b-tch insane and she tattoed my name
now she tryna trap me with a baby
and i ain’t going out like that, out like that
i ain’t going out like that
i ain’t going out shawty
and i ain’t going out like that, out like that
i ain’t going out like that
i gotta get me some money

oooh ooh ooh
oooh ooh ooh
(i gotta get me some money)
oooh ooh ooh
oooh ooh ooh

(verse)
wheels on set n-gg-, you know what it is
ain’t trippin bout no b-tch n-gg-, penthouse how i live
whoever made this beat n-gg-, shout out for the kill
and they hate that my paint wet when i ride by on the rims
and i’m killin these n-gg-s for real
for real, for real
and i’m telling you like it is
i’m here, no deal
no leader, no cheer
motherf-ck bout no feel
and you scared bout them headshots, no gunplay, no kill
so if you wanna make it happen faster
i got yo main b-tch, that p-ssy fat and it clappin backwards
that 1-2 and i got big bank black with me
i got my strap with me and i got my ice for the…

(verse)
you dead wrong, you dead -ss wrong
b-tch you know that ain’t my baby,
stop texting my phone
got her shoe famous, got designer for this
on my grind 24 ‘cus i gots to kill it
ain’t going all bad, but i don’t wear flags
this mob sh-t to the death, godfather father swag
these n-gg-s so phony, these n-gg-s so phony
everything around me gucci, i got rich homies
these streets scarred me, could never burn me
homeboy yo mission impossible – tryna rob me
brrea brrea brrea
i leave you layin flat
you got that whole set edition playin rich but

- gucci mane rich homie quan lyrics

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