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rich homie quan - one of quan lyrics

[verse 1]
i just pulled up on lil’ lady, she diggin’ my style and she wantin’ my babies
she just keep askin’ me questions, she all in my business, she must be an agent
you was just hatin’, it’s funny, you jumped on my d+ck when i finally made it
i don’t forget, but forgave, i regret that i even let you at the table
i did not sign up for this type of sh+t, boy, this startin’ to feel like a label
pokin’ holes all in my condom, you crazy, you must tryna give me a baby
i took that b+tch out her honda accord and i put that b+tch in a mercedes
gotta keep that fire on me at all times, environment that i was raised in
told my lil’ buddy, ain’t no competition, wе all gon’ go get it, no racin’
they probably gon’ think i took off wit’ gunna flow, but this my cadencе and i made it
n+ggas was stealin’ the swag, i was just sittin’ back and i wouldn’t even say sh+t
they took off wit’ the flow, i was so geeked on that molly, i was on a sp+ceship
i should’ve paid more attention to n+ggas around, i didn’t know they faces
i told them don’t bring me no twenties, i love them ben franklins, i love them blue faces
he hangin’ out the window, aim it at his target, sprayin’ that b+tch like some fragrance
never wanted to be the greatest, just wanted to have fun and get a lil’ paper

[chorus]
momma told me, “quan, don’t worry ’bout another nickle, baby, you done made it”
try to stay away from these girls, ’cause they want that bankroll, they wanna ribbon
i got a couple of jp accounts that say free all my dawgs in the cages
i’m on the south and it’s shady, overlooked, i’m underrated
i bought my momma that house that she want, and i told her, “we finally made it”
she told me, never go [?] ’cause she know that’s not how she raised me
i get up every day, go get some money, i promise, i won’t be complacent
we just sellin’ music out the studio, the police still wanna raid it
[verse 2]
i gave y’all boys a lil’ time, why the f+ck you p+ssy n+ggas still wan’ be me?
i’m just tryna stay up like the new door on the lamborghini
money gon’ talk and that bullsh+t gon’ walk, and that’s probably why i don’t believe you
i was on top of the world and i took a lil’ break ’cause i didn’t wanna be you
i’m dripped in maison margiela, my pants are so big that they drag on the floor
i got my b+tches in line and they all on they knees like they doin’ they chores
we don’t shoot at houses or no civilians, i told that boy go check the score
i been doin’ this sh+t for so long, swear to god, a n+gga gettin’ bored
i’m just tryna f+ck some bad b+tches on a different island wit’ a pretty face
done hit that b+tch up so many times, swear the landlord had to renovate it
i done seen the fakest, i done dapped ’em up and i done realized what i was doin’ then
i know they gon’ think this gunna flow, but this rich homie flow, i did not take it (rich homie)

[outro]
rich homie, baby

- rich homie quan lyrics

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