Replay Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

Be quiet, bro, bro 

Yeah, this that shit here, man 

Nigga gon' feel, brah 

You know what I'm sayin', like 

I'm on a whole 'nother one, man 

I'm so content with the person I am 

I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro 

Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I'm good, man 

I got two bitches on call, no three-way 

You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say 

Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay 

No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ 

No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ 

Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day 

Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay 

Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay 

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Niggas are rollin' big, niggas are drama queen 

I be in between that money like I'm corn-beef 

Run it up and stack it, you makin' money backwards 

I'm throwin' nothin' but Jackson, rip it out the plastic 

These niggas actin', these niggas actors 

He ain't know his daddy, these niggas bastards 

These niggas hatin', these niggas leechin' 

Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me 

Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha 

Fuck your feelin', everybody show 'em 

I don't care 'cause everybody know 'em 

The best nigga 

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I got two bitches on call, no three-way 

You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say 

Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay 

No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ 

No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ 

Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day 

Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay 

Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay 

Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin' like a skunk 

Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil' nigga 

Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I'm ridin' 

I ain't stuntin' that negative shit, so please don't kill my vibe 

I don't know what it's gone for one of y'all niggas understand 

They feelin' some type of way, when I walked in like the man 

I stuck to the strips, stayed down 'cause I had a plan 

I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin' 

I'm for real, these niggas are underestimatin' greatness 

I'm for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me 

All about that money 

If it ain't 'bout money then it ain't 'bout nothin', lil' nigga 

But I'm blowin' my money to keep these stacks clean 

Killin' these niggas like I'm vaccine 

You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine 

Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen 

I just wanna stack this money up high 

I just wanna stack this money up high 

Talkin' so high, I feel like I can fly 

I'm talkin' so high, I feel like I can fly 

I got two bitches on call, no three-way 

You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say 

Four, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-Bay 

No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ 

No disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJ 

Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day 

Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay 

Fuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replay 

Yeah, that's a replay, yeah, that's a replay 

Fuck her two times, yeah, that's a replay