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rich homie quan - basement lyrics

[intro: dj durel]
remember when a n-gga used to be trapped in that bas-m-nt?
we didn’t even have sh-t to do
gotta make sum’ happen, trapped in the studio
talk about how we make it and sh-t
ya hear me? ya hear me? i dunno bout dream come true

[hook, cut off]
something fishy been goin’ on with these n-ggas lately
can’t put my finger on it, but i know they hatin’
all my life i been boney, i’m slim, but not shady
all them cars you drive outdated
money in the attic–

[interlude]
i tried to let you n-ggas get yo shine on
but i just had to make a statement
that i would never leave the game
i’m the truth with this sh-t
heart of a champion, free offset!

[hook: rich homie quan]
something fishy been goin’ on with these n-ggas lately
can’t put my finger on it, but i know they hatin’
all my life i been boney, i’m slim, but not shady
all them cars you drive outdated
money in the attic, got em guns in the bas-m-nt
might duct tape you and leave you in the bas-m-nt
hold you for ransom until you folk em over that payment
i got guns in the living room, dare you play with it
i’m in the street like the pavement
end up dead in my bas-m-nt

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
new money, i’m talkin’, new money, i’m walkin’
just got a new fit lookin’ like i need to be laying in the coffin
yo b-tch, she swallow, that ain’t my problem
i’mma duct tape a hoe, make her -ss be quiet
might shoot this b-tch cuz that hoe don’t stop hollering
might pay me, boy, this sh-t don’t make sense
but i gotta make it
money, i got everything i have, they think i’m crazy
but i’m not, i ain’t with them childish games, i ain’t trying to play them
i put that on my unborn baby
if you come off in my bas-m-nt
cuz you might get duct taped tight
i dont har-ss girls if you in this bas-m-nt
you might get f-cked bae
enough say, enough said
i mean she love me, i love head
i get money
and i can smell —

[verse 2: offset]
my partner crossed me
i swear to god, he took me in a maze that n-gga lost me
this sh-t be happening too often
these n-ggas ain’t rapping, they just talking
and she making me sick, i’m nauseous
black and gold diamonds, like new orleans
wanna be in your place, that smile in your face
no i don’t know you, you see me in public
you say we related, you stuck in the hood, while i had to upgrade it
mansion with acres, straight from the bottom i had to come out of the bas-m-nt
young n-gga made it, quan, go crazy

- rich homie quan lyrics

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