Rich Homie Quan - f** Wit Me lyrics

Stoopid [Intro] Yeah, yeah, oooh, oooh Yeah, aye, you know that money don’t make you real, right? Ha, that sh** just define the person you are, ya feel me? Real n***a since day one man, aye [Chorus] I gotta give my all once again, gotta put my heart in this sh** Get up if I fall once again, save it up all, don’t spend First thing I bought was the Bent, let me talk my sh** I been working hard on my craft Long sleeve shirt, boy you know it's something up my sleeve And I ain’t ever going out bad Middle finger up, boy you know you can’t f** with me [Verse 1] I could never let that bullsh** you do get to me Charge a n***a for the game, I be givin’ him some fee Too much finger when I bang I throw up a bigger B Swear my life is like a puzzle, I need a missing piece The more hater that I get, boy that paper increase The more money that I spend, the more friends decrease Face card good, we were somewhere eating free Smokin’ good gas, pump five, BP Neighborhood stop sign, we was in the street Still goin’ in top five, mention me Better clock in, you don’t work, you don’t eat I got old money, put up boy, stop playin’ wit me We were takin’ everything, playin’ for keeps You never been a boss, you not the man to me Talkin’ money, yeah a hundred grand is cheap to me [Chorus] I gotta give my all once again, gotta put my heart in this sh** Get up if I fall once again, save it up all, don’t spend First thing I bought was the Bent, let me talk my sh** I been working hard on my craft Long sleeve shirt, boy you know it's something up my sleeve And I ain’t ever going out bad Middle finger up, boy you know you can’t f** with me [Verse 2] If I was color blind, I would still talk green baby (yeah) Money talk, Chris Tucker, Charlie Sheen baby (yeah) Would come flip a chicken but you know that we gravy (yeah) Gotta scream my shawty name out [?] baby (Quan) Spray a n***a sh** like arsene baby (woo) Dead people, I got all these faces (aye) Pa**port stamp, I done went all these places (what) Lawyer paid off, she done won all these cases (my n***a) Dead white men in my pocket, I’m not racist Turned my dreams into reality, never thought I would make it Have another kid that motivation Momma house, I got it in in the basement Wasn’t no rushin’ on money 'cause we were patient Can’t do it backward 'cause then that wouldn’t make sense Trap doin’ numbers, got another sold Send a U-Haul on the way wit another load [Chorus] I gotta give my all once again, gotta put my heart in this sh** Get up if I fall once again, save it up all, don’t spend First thing I bought was the Bent, let me talk my sh** I been working hard on my craft Long sleeve shirt boy you know it's something up my sleeve And I ain’t ever going out bad Middle finger up boy you know you can’t f** with me [Outro] I told yall n***as man Ain’t sh** changed but the extra zeroes in the bank account n***a haha I’m so stretched out, I’m smokin’ cigarettes now man