For Rich Or Poor

[Into] Okay , I'm reloaded [Rich Homie Quan] You ready B Ha ha ha ha If I could go all the way back And change it all I wouldn't I came from the bottom for a reason nigga [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Jumped off the porch Ien have nothing When i was poor, they was laughing at me Now I'm on them billboards, and I'm laughing at them I give you my heart, you can have it baby It was cool at first, it's been a little dramatic lately Was me and you at first, it's been me and your family lately Why throw my name in the dirt I'm like what happened baby? Make up sex make her hurt Ride this saddle baby Cuz them, No Muslim but it's 'Alaykum Cause them, My cousins will get something taken The oven baking, left the motherfucker on 350 I ain't counting Monday, feel like I been on the road for 350 Days nigga (aye) I'm paid nigga (aye) Ain't tell you bout the house that I got with That Lake in the backyard nigga Act hard nigga I will pull your card nigga Play, with me got some niggas who will Lay on you Where you stay? Nigga I ain't playing 100 gran on your head nigga Like a Jesus piece, Nah I ain't playing with you If the bitch a freak, I ain't even laying with her Used to hit licks just to make a couple bands nigga (Aye, Aye) Talk a little louder I ain't heard what you saying nigga Did a couple walk-throughs Made a lot of bands nigga I ain't tryna talk to you if yeen talking cash nigga, Money Like Usher I got it bad nigga Bad Nigga Michael Jackson Bad Nigga Bad nigga (aye) Leather jacket on Yeah, I'm that nigga I was born in the 80s like the crack nigga Aye (8x) [Verse 2] Never heard of a atari, play games on 'em Never drove in a Ferrari, switching lanes on them Damien Wayans that's a shame on them Big booty freak, lil bitch, tatted my name on it I heard them niggas hating, ya'll the same on us Since them niggas claim they hot I set some flame on them Real nigga. What youu thought? We ain't lame homies Skinny jeans see the knot, and that thang on me Bang Bang Pow There go one of y'all niggas If I aim at y'all I ain't missing you niggas Creep in your house like Clause, I ain't using no chimney Like the 24th of December Ima make youu niggas remember Them Christmas Eve's I ain't have shit, beginner Them open mics they was laughing Now I'm spending so much money They ain't asking No question bout my bitch Cause she the baddest I be on the road Yeah I seen a lot of hoes At the end of every rainbow is there a pot of gold Wanna hold you in my hand, want you under my control Foresighting the city girl I wanna tear the globe Ran off my money now I'm tryna get some mo Bands to the ceiling, yeah we stacked it from the flo' And we got some more up in the walls Some more behind the pictures Over the hot fire plate Behind the Lord I ain't like the call Empire he was out Referee that's a foul Got a technical cause of hard a nigga ball TMZ all in my business cause I fall I meant fell Born in October, weigh it on my scale I ain't tryna come over if I can not nail This picture in your frame These bitches know my name Rich Homie Baby