Fuck Wit Me Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

Stoopid 

Yeah yeah oooh oooh 

Yeah, aye, you know that money don't make you real right? 

Ha, that shit just define the person you are, ya feel me? 

Real nigga since day one man, aye 

I gotta give my all once again 

Gotta put my heart in this shit 

Get up if I fall once again 

Save it up all, don't spend 

First thing I bought was the Bent 

Let me talk my shit 

I been working hard on my craft 

Long sleeve shirt 

Boy you know it's something up my sleeve 

And I ain't ever going out bad 

Middle finger up 

Boy you know you can't fuck with me 

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I could never let that bullshit you do get to me 

Charge a nigga for the game I be givin' him some fee 

Too much finger when I bang I throw up a bigger B 

Swear my life is like a puzzle I need a missing piece 

The more hater that I get boy that paper increase 

The more money that I spend, the more friends decrease 

Face card good we were somewhere eating free 

Smokin' good gas pump five BP 

Neighborhood stop sign we was in the street 

Still goin' in top five missin' me 

Better clock in, you don't work, you don't eat 

I got old money put up boy stop playin' wit me 

We were takin' everything, playin' for keeps 

You never been a boss you not the man to me 

Talkin' money yeah a hundred grand is cheap, to me 

Photos 

I gotta give my all once again 

Gotta put my heart in this shit 

Get up if I fall once again 

Save it up all, don't spend 

First thing I bought was the Bent 

Let me talk my shit 

I been working hard on my craft 

Long sleeve shirt 

Boy you know it's something up my sleeve 

And I ain't ever going out bad 

Middle finger up 

Boy you know you can't fuck with me 

If I was color blind I would still talk green baby (yeah) 

Money talk Chris Tucker Charlie Sheen baby (yeah) 

Would come flip a chicken but you know that we gravy (yeah) 

Gotta scream my shawty name out wandering baby (Quan) 

Spray a nigga shit like arsene baby (woo) 

Dead people I got all these faces (aye) 

Airport stamp I done went all these places (what) 

Lawyer paid off she done won all these cases (my nigga) 

Neck white man and my pocket I'm not racist 

Turned my dreams into reality never thought I would make it 

Have another kid that motivation 

Momma house I got it in, in the basement 

Wasn't no rushin' on money cause we were patient 

Can't do it backward cause then that wouldn't make sense 

Trap doin' numbers got another sold 

Sendin' you all on the way wit another load 

I gotta give my all once again 

Gotta put my heart in this shit 

Get up if I fall once again 

Save it up all, don't spend 

First thing I bought was the Bent 

Let me talk my shit 

I been working hard on my craft 

Long sleeve shirt 

Boy you know it's something up my sleeve 

And I ain't ever going out bad 

Middle finger up 

Boy you know you can't fuck with me 

I told yall niggas man 

Ain't shit changed 

but the extra zeroes in the bank account nigga haha 

I'm so stretched out 

I'm smokin' cigarettes now man