[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Me and Rich The Kid Going Crazy
That's on Jesus
Nutted In this nat-nat ho and told that b**h abort my baby
She ain't going for that, I said she not going for that
(Aye.!!)
Tried to convince her with a mercedes but this b**h just want my babies
Why these hoes just gotta be crazy?
I don't want nothing to do with her but
She not going for that, I swear she not Going for that!
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Going for it
I'm showing for it
If its far down you know I'm going for it
I got 40 on me, I got this 40 showing
I beat that b**h you on, and she got shorts on
Louis V shorts on, RED.!!
Louis V torch on, RED.!!
Flag hanging showing on her, RED.!!
Any problem with 9 deuce, Your Dead.!!
F showing, no Fendi n***a
And she ain't going for that if you ain't spending n***a
I swear ballin getting boring
If you love her never ever show it
She'll take advantage of it if she know it
Take her round Atlanta just like a tourist
(Who you with)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Tried to kick her out the crib but the b**h ain't going
I'm Rich she know it
Shawtie tryna f** around and have my baby, she must be crazy.!!
I cannot buy you no Louboutin, Cuffing and Loving and Doing it
Pull up in rari then coupe again, i ride in a jet when I'm traveling
They want you fugazi I ain't going for that
I live on the block where they trapping at, come to the trenches we jumping the fences, in the bed with two b**hes they back to back
In the mall my pockets so sloppy
Rich n***a In a new Bugatti
I done caught your b**h out the lobby
Look at my diamonds they out the safari
Still going crazy, all this gold like the 1980's
b**h say she want a Mercedes I told that ho she can't play me
Told her get the f** out she ain't going for that
They asking me where is my ceiling at
I'm finally rich I ain't going back
Your b**h in the kitchen she whippin' that
(Whip)
[Hook]