Think About It (Rich As In Spirit) lyrics

[Intro]
Damn man
Nard & B
I done just woke up
A f*ckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another b*tch
Trenchwerk
And another bankroll, hey

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin'
Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty spaces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I watch my cousin the kitchen, he like a slave (he whip it up)
My uncle died from that needle, yeah it was AIDs n*gga (my Uncle Roy)
Turner Field might be gone but I'm still brave n*gga (say what)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
That money counter count it for me, I'ma made man (that money baby)
I told my buddy, "Don't renig," like a spades hand (I don't renig)
These Cartiers but they used to be some Ray Bans (rich homie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
Everyday I'm Sunday fresh, I talk that sh*t just like a preacher (I talk that sh*t)
n*ggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)
They don't hear what I'm sayin', they like a car without no speakers (that right too)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin'
Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Reservations at Chops, Lamborghinis no tops
Menages for lunch, Ferraris out front
We might f*ck on the lake, so much paper to make
Rubberbands on the hundreds, sip Rosé in the bank
I made her quit her job, Moschino, she's a star
Versace in the fall, Gucci, I keep her raw
She so clean in Celine, pus*y cute as could be
I like to take photos, like to keep 'em for me
Flatline, f*ck her 'till that pus*y dead (The biggest)
Keep her off that social media a couple day
She went and got it tatted, said a n*gga name
She know I got her back, I mean a million ways

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin'
Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it