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by

Birdman


[Intro]
Yeah
(Rich Homie)
Quan
(What’s funny?)
These n*ggas throwing slick shots like
You know me?
I go direct with it
Ya feel me
Put her name on it, n*gga

[Hook]
You know it was hard to hear at first
I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
And these b*tches bound to get hurt
‘Cause a lot of these n*ggas be playin’
And I f*ck with shorty on the low
And I know she know I’m the man
So that extra sh*t gotta go
She probably don’t know that I f*cked her friend
If she ask about it
I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
When she try to argue with me
I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
Trying to get back with me
I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
And we ain’t talking about no money
I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”
[Verse 1]
Small talk I don't do that
Get rich homie, you knew that
It’s a damn shame, I don’t gang bang
But I beat a n*gga blue black
I’m in the old school, no do-rag
Them old folk like how you do that?
He ain’t fooling me, this ain’t new to me
That ain’t an Aston Martin, that’s a new Jag
But it clean, though
And if you’re late on the payment, boy, that sh*t get repo’d
And your b*tch easy, ha
I got her on the line and I’m in her like a free throw
Getting deep throat, at the Fontainebleau
We running trains on these freak hoes
And I told my n*gga that I decoded
“Blah blah blah blah”
Quit going in on these n*ggas
I won’t stop stop stop stop
Keep putting my money over these b*tches
‘Til I’m at the top top top top
And you n*ggas can’t stop my vision
Don’t know what you thought thought thought thought
And I ball ball ball ball
Everything I got’s all good
[Hook]
You know it was hard to hear at first
I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
And these b*tches bound to get hurt
‘Cause a lot of these n*ggas be playin’
And I f*ck with shorty on the low
And I know she know I’m the man
So that extra sh*t gotta go
She probably don’t know that I f*cked her friend (ok)
If she ask about it
I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
When she try to argue with me
I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
Trying to get back with me
I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
And we ain’t talking about no money
I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”

[Verse 2]
“Blah blah blah blah”
That’s how it sound when these b*tches talk
“Rah rah rah rah”
When a n*gga flexin that's what we call it
Like “Hell nah nah nah”
And these real diamonds, I ain't fake connected
I’m like five nine feet tall
Heart of a lion, he ain’t takin’ that
You n*gga talking like ho
That’s why I can’t f*ck with you
Doing shows all around the globe
‘Cause everybody f*ck with me
f*ck n*gga
You’ll be in the front n*gga
I’ll show you what’s up n*gga
f*ck n*gga
Ain’t never said that sh*t’s bad
Trying to keep it one hunna
And I tried to show love with you
That’s the main reason why I don’t trust n*ggas (trust)
Standin’ under landing bridges still above these n*ggas
I’m no beginner
Don’t I spit it like a vet, n*gga?
That n*gga talkin’ like a ho
Tell that b*tch n*gga speak up
[Hook]
You know it was hard to hear at first
I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
And these b*tches bound to get hurt
‘Cause a lot of these n*ggas be playin’
And I f*ck with shorty on the low
And I know she know I’m the man
So that extra sh*t gotta go
She probably don’t know that I f*cked her friend (ok)
If she ask about it
I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
When she try to argue with me
I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
Trying to get back with me
I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
And we ain’t talking about no money
I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”
b*tch I'm a baby
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