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[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Got the bitch all new New Yorkers so I flew her to New York
I been ballin’ lately, anotha league, I know that won’t stop
What did I do to you to make you feel like this?
Percocet, might pop a pill, like we
Like I can’t feel my soul, and I can’t feel my finger
Tell me why you talk, them broke bitches I been with
They don’t come at your feelin’s
They don’t know shit that we go through
They don’t even care, cause they not there for you
They just want your money, baby, get that through your skull
They gon’ strip you for everything you got, you gon’ swear that they were no
I won’t give you no hassle, bae
If you’re feelin’ like it’s too much take that shit back like David Hasslehoff bae
Grayhound ain’t gon’ stress you baby
I thought big, no neighbors near me
And I ain’t high, believe me for that
Baby girl just try me
Love me for everything I got
Everything I got (hold on)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Everything I got, everything, everything I got
Everything I got, everything, everything I got
Everything I got, everything, everything I got
Everything I got, everything, everything I got
I got it on my own
Everything I got, I would say everything I got
Everything I got, I would say everything I got
I’d give in my place to God for everything I got
Everything, everything that I got
Everything, everything that I got
Everything, everything that I got
Everything, everything that I got
Everything, everything that I got
Everything, everything that I got
Everything, everything that I got
Everything, everything that I got
Rich Gang

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I’mma need more problem, mo’ problem mo’ money
When I was broke ain’t have no problem
Cause these folk wasn't stuntin’
I couldn’t get none from nobody
Cause no one would trust me
I was live with the hard bad ache
Ain't nobody bluff me
I have my money, I have my ho
I myself, I won’t fuck around with these fuck niggas
But I know they got my back
And I know that I made it, keep my trust in God
I know I can’t fall cause I got

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
Money to the ceilin’, they don’t know about it
That pot drive with no sittin’s they don’t know about it
Shawty think she fuck in em jeans, she for ?
I just don’t want talk about it
Gogo gadget go, ?
I don’t want no clique, eh
If ya right, gon’ stay-aye
With me for the rest of the night
Lost mind right then gon’ get a stunt
Stuck, thought I was crazy, I had you thinkin’
No time is I got replacin’
Oh, no soft boy, I feel like mean it
Ayy ayyy ayyay yyy
You betta than me, fill the life I fuckin’ play ayyy yyyy
Every bitch I fuck fall in luv
Every nig’ gon’ hit, I don’t give a fuck
Rich Gang


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