Rich Homie Quan Gamble
I been new
Life was a gamble man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Where y'all take a risk everyday
But I ain't trippin'
I just gotta do this
Broad day, hit the curb do your numbers
Pick up money
Shoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground running
Trap spot, through that purse
Every mile you smell that reefer
Mama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them people
Made a fortune, put in 20
Made it flip again
20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins
200 bands for some bad, boy you better call me
You haulin' got no mob look at what you caused
Money on the phone
Money calling, yeah I talk to it
Need a new safe, 'cause the money got the wall full
I just spent a day in the Bay, it was all good
Back and count it up by myself before I walk through it
All about my business, and my pocket nutin' but white folks
Money can't by love, 'cause this bitch ain't even my type though
Turn up at the day party, and kill 'em at the night show
Real nigga reunion, I f..ck with her so I might do
Rapping, he's a acting dude do it on eyes closed
When robbing was a job, I would do that shit from 9 to 4
My partner drove from Holigrove to L.A. get them jams
And I rebook every number when that money in my hand
Broad day, hit the curb do your numbers
Pick up money
Shoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground running
Trap spot, through that purse
Every mile you smell that reefer
Mama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them people
Made a fortune, put in 20
Made it flip again
20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins
200 bands for some bad, boy you better call me
You haulin' got no mob look at what you caused
I just went to court, and the judge let me walk free
Got put my blessing in the hood, I had to walk through it
I could handle conversation quick, like a Hawk fan
Money comma every harder oh yeah I talk numbers
The homie in the cut, finger itching ready off something
If he ain't talkin' money, over hundred it ain't 'bout nothin'
Partner did 10, and he already wanna rob something
Turn that back end by myself, and nah we ain't loss nothin'
For me they clear the room, make some space for when the boss come
Canary yellow diamonds got these niggas actin' cautious
He's scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin'
VVS and they shinin' I got my number and I'm 'bout to
Broad day, hit the curb do your numbers
Pick up money
Shoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground running
Trap spot, through that purse
Every mile you smell that reefer
Mama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them people
Made a fortune, put in 20
Made it flip again
20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins
200 bands for some bad, boy you better call me
You haulin' got no mob look at what you caused
