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rich homie quan - only child lyrics
[intro]
carter
[chorus]
stayin’ down, ran it up a mile (ran it up a mile)
gettin’ money like the only child (i love my mama)
go to jail, bm hold me down
i can’t f-ck with them, i know they kind
overtime what i been puttin’ in for that paper
no more more strugglin, grindin’, girl, i been sweatin’ hard from that paper
i been sippin’ lean, f-ckin’ them baddies, and i been faithful, n-gga
every time i hit the scene, gotta be clean, and i gotta make a major statement
[verse 1]
form against me ’cause i got weapons
i told her f-ck me like i gotta turn myself in
i ate my first plate and i came back for seconds
all of my n-ggas stick together like we x-men
gun got two names, smith & wesson
grab a strap to hit it hard, i’ma get the fn
security ain’t pat me down, homie got the tec in
f-ck around and beat you down like i’m playin’ tekken
all of these sacrifices i made were for me and you
i’m in love with money, so it’s hard to be with you
i held it down, did my part, but you ain’t hold your end
and i know that bankroll get flimsy, but i won’t fold nor bend, no (rich homie, baby)
[chorus]
stayin’ down, ran it up a mile (ran it up a mile)
gettin’ money like the only child (i love my mama)
go to jail, bm hold me down
i can’t f-ck with them, i know they kind
overtime what i been puttin’ in for that paper
no more more strugglin, grindin’, girl, i been sweatin’ hard from that paper
i been sippin’ lean, f-ckin’ them baddies, and i been faithful, n-gga
every time i hit the scene, gotta be clean, and i gotta make a major statement
[verse 2]
remember hustlin’ hard when i was small-time
no disrespect, we see old money, we like all kinds
suckin’ d-ck too much f-ck up your jawline
we gotta stay equipped for when them cars chase
catch that boy in public, hit him broad day
treat them like them fishes, boy, they all bait
i can’t eat it plain, cook it salty
now we eatin’ shrimp mixed with lo mein
they don’t even know what i been through, plus i don’t talk about it
when we get to talkin’ ’bout money, they wanna talk around it
thirty thousand to the shooter, now his shirt got a stain
keepin’ that dirt off my name
i never thought i’d make it out the hood, no
[chorus]
stayin’ down, ran it up a mile (ran it up a mile)
gettin’ money like the only child (i love my mama)
go to jail, bm hold me down
i can’t f-ck with them, i know they kind
overtime what i been puttin’ in for that paper
no more more strugglin, grindin’, girl, i been sweatin’ hard from that paper
i been sippin’ lean, f-ckin’ them baddies, and i been faithful, n-gga
every time i hit the scene, gotta be clean, and i gotta make a major statement
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