Rich Homie Quan Weight Up (ft. Jose Guapo & Offset)
I'd have finally got my weight up
Got my weight up
Got my weight up
Got my weight up
Got my motherfucking weight up
See, I withstanding
Got my weight up
Got my weight up
On the nights, I gon' stayed up
Got the motherfucking paper
On the nights, I done stay up
Pray the Lord, that I stay up
I never lived for the time bell
But I have got my f..ckin' weight up
Got my weight up
Got my weight up
Got my weight up
Got my motherfuckin' weight up
I'm gon' stay up
I'm gon' stay up
I'm gon' stay up
That's a nexus to my motherfuckin' haters
I remember at first
Everybody was sleepin' on me
Tried to wake them up
But they still went temperpedic on me
My nigga Millie is still free to call me
How the f..ck can I go to Hell
With all these baby Jesus on me?
Riffa on me, bizza on me, 40 on me
Niffa on me, bitches on me
Niggas lonely, 'cause I got the hold on 'em
Bitches gon' expose none
Roll up, full call, deep switchin' lanes on 'em
Color coded paint on 'em, f..ck it, go insane on 'em
Ah, what the f..ck is he sain'?
Color cocaine on 'em?
Bitches ain't f..ckin' for free,
Until you met the fame, homie
I let shame on 'em, I ain't lift the weight
It drained on me
And my number still the same on me
If you want a thang on me
You can still get it first
Same number, but cheaper, 'cause
You know what nigga bitch is
Ah, bitches are the only thang I been 'pressed
