Rich Homie Quan Even Score
[Chorus]
Ayy, all in this bitch, I'll break your heart
She gon' f..ck whenever I want
Boy, she treat me just like God (Boy, she treat me like a God)
Ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars
Around my chest, I gotta guard
'Cause I don't trust you with my heart (I can't trust you, I don't trust you)
Ayy, I been stackin' it since I started
I can't fit it in my wallet
I been spendin' 'cause I'm bored (Yeah, yeah, baby)
And they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy
It's no longer even score
[Verse 1]
I wouldn't take the stage if you put a gun to my head (Nah)
You can't stop this war, been too blood done been shed (On God)
You brought a knife to a gun fight, run if you scared (Run, nigga, run)
Don't even trust my bitch sometimes, so a gun in my bed (Swear)
They came into my house, they flipped my mattress, but wasn't no racks in there (True story)
How they miss the money? You would've thought them niggas had map in there (Dumb-ass nigga)
I turned off the heater, bitch, had to cut the fire on (It hot)
I ain't worried really 'bout nothin' long as I got my firearm (Fah, fah)
I ain't jumpin' in that pussy if I don't got no tire on (Rubber)
I'ma ride for my brother, I don't give a damn he right or wrong (Dre)
Uh, pussy-ass nigga could never be in my business, we don't hire those (Never)
Who want smoke with me? Lil' nigga, I'm wherever the fire goes (Homie)
[Chorus]
(Yeah) Ayy (Ayy), all in this bitch, I'll break your heart
She gon' f..ck whenever I want
Boy, she treat me just like God (Boy, she treat me like a God)
Ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars
Around my chest, I gotta guard
'Cause I don't trust you with my heart (I can't trust you, I don't trust you)
Ayy, I been stackin' it since I started
I can't fit it in my wallet
I been spendin' 'cause I'm bored (Yeah, yeah, baby)
And they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy
It's no longer even score
[Verse 2]
Chandelier on my wrist, I went the Patek way (I went the Patek way)
This Patek number three, I'm playin' patty cake (With the Philippe, though)
Ayy, ran it up on my haters, got 'em aggravated (They mad at me)
Ayy, I protect the paper like it's laminated
We in Vegas, we f..ckin' on hoes, we gon' gamble later (Sit down)
I count numbers well, nothin' low when it's math related (That money)
All the presidents in my pocket used to be fat in they faces (Old fat-ass nigga)
Mama love me like she did when I used to rap in that basement (Oh, mama)
Two hundred thousand every time I walk out the house, I ain't comin' out basic (Ain't comin')
I send that backend when I get there, I don't like runnin' out of paitience (Ain't runnin')
I told my niggas it's no competition, we ain't runnin' no races (Oh, nah)
Get your bag, I'ma let my money do my conversatin' (Rich Homie)
[Chorus]
(Yeah) Ayy (Ayy), all in this bitch, I'll break your heart
She gon' f..ck whenever I want
Boy, she treat me just like God (Boy, she treat me like a God)
Ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars
Around my chest, I gotta guard
'Cause I don't trust you with my heart (I can't trust you, I don't trust you)
Ayy, I been stackin' it since I started
I can't fit it in my wallet
I been spendin' 'cause I'm bored (Yeah, yeah, baby)
And they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy
It's no longer even score (Oh)
