Rich Homie Quan - 4rm Me To U lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Aye Catour f** it up [Verse 1] Gotta sit on this mic ‘cause I can’t keep my thoughts inside me And I keep them hoes at my spot like like Michael Lowrey Got a bad lil bih from Paris, met her at the Eiffel Tower Bought a brand new watch for my birthday but I ain’t put no ice around it (no no) I can’t change the person I am baby but I can change the way that I live (rich homie) And if a thing happened for a reason, baby I can’t change nothing I did (uh uh) If I could change anything baby I wouldn't've made you never aborted that kid But I did and it’s on my mind still (I'm sorry baby) I been tryna find a way to forgive (tryna find a way) You want diamonds off in my ear Shinin', they know I'm clear, behind me, they in the rear We kickin' pimpin' over here, no lame b**hes over here [Chorus] I say them b**hes ain't gettin' paid, on they face a lot of hate But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin' Me and my buddy hit a lick last week, we had to split it All this money boy, I told him let's get paid homie I do this sh** for gang gang, gave all of my n***as chains And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner All these n***a takin' swag, hell yeah the homie mad Come to think about it, they ain't ever pay homage [Verse 2] I put a lot these n***as on and I still ain't got my credit But I ain't mad though (nah) 'cause I could've been mad broke I watch my momma work a double just to feed all her kids 'cause that bag slow (she got like three of em) Gotta make that cash flow But I couldn't let my momma struggle, so I got me a job But she ain't know my job require a gun 'cause I rob She ain't ever understand what was back in the kitchen, residue on the floor She ain't know about the shootout in her truck (fa fa fa), I told her I wasn't involved She ain't know about the co-defendant I had, kept it one hundred took the charge (I didn't take sh**) You the only one put somethin' on my books when I was in jail and I starved (when I was locked up) Cut from a different cloth, I'm as rare as they come And I'ma keep ballin' on these b**hes like my hair is gone (rich homie baby) [Chorus] I say them b**hes ain't gettin' paid, on they face a lot of hate But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin' Me and my buddy hit a lick last week, we had to split it all this Money boy, I told him let's get paid homie I do this sh** for gang gang, gave all of my n***as chains And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner All these n***as takin' swag, hell yeah the homie mad Come to think about it they ain't never paid homage [Outro] At this point, yeen got to bro, haha nahmsayin, I watch myself put you n***as on, ya feel me, so at this point I'm dead n***a, homie