Rich Homie Quan - Brain Nichols lyrics

Young thug x Rich Homie Quan I'ma ball like Spalding, n***a I'm a Blood, I'm a baller, you can call a n***a And I'm smokin' angel dust, yeah, spa n***a And I'm attracted to green like gua', n***as I'ma pull up late, regulate My j**els are no joke, sh**'s frosted like flakes I swear to God I'm baked, like Easy Bake I show the very same energy, sound like a taser Yeah shot like a shawty with a taser Fly the b**h to LA, she ballin' like a Laker I know not to tell and never speak to the neighbor In fact I can't see ‘em, I'm on so many acres Ever since I met shawty I feel like Hercules And I'm smokin' bales of weed cause it grow on trees Six girls in my mouth like a set of Ds With my West Boast Bloods bangin' burgundy Rich bags under my eye, n***a Birkin Ds She say, "I want Victoria Secret" And I f** her long, watch her decrease Even though I'm a Blood, she like CC She get mad whenever I bring her BB Shoot, no 2-2-3, DVD Watch me shoot them folk way up the street Lost a whole hundred bands, bands with the heat I'ma die for my clan, [?] me Diamonds red like a mothaf**a cut me And I smoke rusty and dusty What are you doin' in this game? I wanna know what are you doin' in this game? Hey, baby girl what you doin' out here? What the f** are you doin' out here? I know what you're doin' out here I know what you're doin' out here You k**in' these b**hes, k**in' these n***as Cook a lot of white like Tommy Hilfiger Baby girl, I'll give you this [?] [?] n***a Ridin', n***a with [?] I ain't lookin' for the swoop, I need a b**h do that to me I want a b**h with some loot who gon' take care her kids I mean make sure her kids straight forever, you dig? I won't stop gettin' money forever, you dig? And I ain't talkin' 'bout a shovel, you dig? I just bought a new dog that'll eat up you pig I just bought a new car, a hunna, you dig? Shhh, stop, a hundred ain't sh** Two boys wasn't much, a hundred on them Can't go broke, it may not come again But a lot of money comin' in You don't belong here so… Baby watch out for the sharks, watch out for the cops Watch out for the thots They just want a piece of you, like me Beat ‘em like Bruce Lee Facin' life and you're broke, here go my shoulder Boy you can cry on me No, no tellin' but I told you You can't ‘trol, control these streets If a p**y n***a play I'm gonna gun him down like a G B you can't see me I'm ballin', you can't even D me