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[Intro] Rich Homie, baby! Yeah, aye man You can bet the house on me dog I told all my niggas, if they had a thousand dollars We gon' make it back [Verse 1] I'm in love with types of bitches, you regular type of nigga Be tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business These niggas they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it These niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid At every game I would win, they would think that shit was rigged That pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog Find out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out Find out she ovulating, hit her raw then pull it out Why she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out? I told that bitch, "Swallow these babies and don't fucking spit 'em out" (Why? Why? Why?) ‘Cause they might grow up to be something real special You can't never trust nobody, never trust nobody Cold-hearted motherfucker never love nobody, never love nobody Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet Still stop at Gresham Citgo just to get me some sweets Shout out Choo, Nootie Bone, shout out Paridise Shout out the 6, ‘cause that's my zone, shout out to PDE [Hook] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, yeah, yeah Hey yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I keep my pistol on ready, ‘cause I don't live for the moment Shorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies She suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna She asking, "Quan, do you got me?" I tell her, "Get some insurance" Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty Because all day, all day, I've been running through this money These bitches be flirtin', I fucked that hoe for no purpose I swear that all day, all day, I've been running through these condoms Tell me why, maybe you know They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke Came back in the motherfuckin' trenches Tight shirt on with some Balmain britches Them lame niggas over there boy I hit all they bitches I hit all they bitches, to the point, that I fucked them, and don't call them bitches I ain't saying what I'm doing may be right But when I do it, boy, I give the lil kids, God damn Jump out the hot box, police on me, I'm dodgin' the car I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin' Nah, be careful they got it, nah, be careful I got jailed The code word, we call it, "Christmas" when we talking bail I made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail Walked up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got hot as Hell But I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah And I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls Where I'm from, we ain't seeing shit, we ain't heard of shit, and we don't talk And every nigga take a loss, that's how you come back, that make you a boss [Bridge] Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em Her natural hair long, what I like about her This ain't even all of my shit, this ain't even all of my whips These ain't even all of my bitches, y'all ain't even all of my niggas [Hook] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, yeah, yeah Hey yeah, yeah, yeah