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4rm Me To U - Rich Homie Quan
Yeah aye

Catour f**k it up
Gotta sit on this mic 'cause I can't keep my thoughts inside me
And I keep them hoes at my spot like Michael Lowrey
Got a bad lil bih from Paris met her at the eiffel tower
Bought a brand new watch for my birthday
But I ain't put no ice around it no no
I can't change the person I am baby
But I can change the way that I live rich homie
And if a thing happened for a reason
Baby I can't change nothing I did uh uh
If I could change anything baby
Wouldn't've made you never aborted that kid
But I did and it's on my mind still I'm sorry baby
I been tryna find a way to forgive tryna find a way
You want diamonds off in my ear
Shinin' they know I'm clear behind me they in the rear
We kickin' pimpin' over here no lame b**ches over here
I say them b**ches ain't gettin' paid on they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week we had to split it
All this money boy I told him let's get paid homie
I do this sh*t for gang gang gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner
All these n***a takin' swag hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it they ain't ever pay homage
I put a lot these niggas on and I still ain't got my credit
But I ain't mad though nah 'cause I could've been mad broke yeah
I watch my momma work a double just to feed all her kids
'Cause that bag slow she got like three of em
Gotta make that cash flow I love you momma
But I couldn't let my momma struggle
So I got me a job nah n***a
But she ain't know my job require a gun 'cause I rob
She ain't ever understand what was back in the kitchen
Residue on the floors I was hustlin'
She ain't know about the shootout in her truck fa fa fa
Until I was involved
She ain't know about the codefendant I had
Kept it one hundred took the charge I didn't take sh*t
You the only one put somethin' on my books
When I was in jail and I starved when I was locked up
Cut from a different cloth I'm as rare as they come
And I'ma keep ballin' on these b**ches like my hair is gone
Rich homie baby
I say them b**ches ain't gettin' paid on they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week
We had to split it all this
Money boy I told him let's get paid homie
I do this sh*t for gang gang gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner
All these niggas takin' swag hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it they ain't never paid homage

At this point yeen got to bro haha nahmsayin

I watch myself put you niggas on ya feel me so at this point
I'm dead n***a homie