Rich Homie Quan Set It Off

[Verse 1:]

Get crazy ass and the table turned now I’m up

Out broke now ’em back ends that I’m counting up

Got some hope, then start rapping now I’m getting dope

Me start rapping? Hell no, when I’m at 54 shows

Hope you ready we can go to war

But I got shit to live for, gotta feed my two little boys

And I got a ho named Crystal, swallowing [?]

I might slice you up with this pimpin’, cause I’m Zelda with this sword

Oooh, I rented a yacht for the week and I sailed across the water

Then ran out with a fifty pack and left his ass with a quarter

Fuck that bitch, Quan don’t say that you might have a daughter

Might just rob a bank and tell this bitch I’m jet laggin’

[Hook:]

Set it off, set it off

Set it off

Killin’ her with that money (Jada Pinkett)

Set it off, set it off

Set it off, set it off

Set it off, set it off

Set it off, I might set it off

I don’t get my gun from the Dr. Dre

But I swear I set it off

[Verse 2:]

Set it off like the movie, claim me you ain’t got a ride

Guess what? I’m gon’ call a Uber

I ran off on Raymond lame ass, cause he a nuisance

Cause he claim he got aim

That don’t mean his lame ass gon’ shoot it

Plain Janes on [?]

I heard you wanted some work, I know the guy

I set it off like a smoke detector, cause I’m on fire

We can go tomorrow take the lie detector test, baby so don’t lie

Maybe I won’t try to not set it off like-

[Hook]

Rich Homie Quan Ran Off

[Hook:]

Ran off that money, yeah yeah

Ran off that diamonds, yeah yeah

Fuckin’ hoes on a Monday, yeah yeah

Thursday, Friday and Sunday, yeah yeah

I’m gon’ keep getting money on this niggas just like yeah yeah

I’m gon’ keep fucking these nigga bitches just like yeah yea

Gotta know the opposite of no always gon’ be yeah yeah

And I’m gon’ never stop getting to the money boy, you know I swear swear

[Verse:]

I just bought me a brand new rollie, I ball, I swear

I ain’t even walked in the club yet, and I already sold it out the bar

I used to smoke nothing but swisher, now I roll my weed in a role

Ass so fat ian have no condom boy had to hit that raw

But you gotta know a nigga like me pull it out and I went straight for the mouth

I just want her [?]

If I leave that pussy red like a little tomato

Hide right under the bed, cause her daddy crazy

I rap the 5 like a motherfuckin’ nickle baby

Ay look, extra money is just grip statement

Tomorrow not promise I gotta die anyway

I done made a whole lotta money

I done seen a whole lotta people

I had to stack a onion

My foreign cars are real

Pull up in that 458 Spider

That every nigga gon’ hate

Because he know he wanna be us (For real)

I want to touch

She want to left

I want to fuck

She just neglect

I want to love her

I want to wife her

I want to walk her down that aisle

Your daddy gave me permission

Your momma wouldn’t wanna listen

Your brother can’t stand my guts

Your sister she love my people

She don’t know that her friends so freaky

She don’t know that they really love her

She might as well fuck with me, instead of a chicken nugget

I got chicken tender for you

Ay, where that ratchet babes

We could fuck up the mall

Girl let’s ball like a cancer patient

Hate when a nigga be lying, boy you talking and they acuvate me

Her best friend play baseball in the outfit they way she catch it

They treat me like I be meditating

Ice Box put me on and told me a lot of these jewels are faking

I know that your rollie fake

Look at your wrist that shit outdated

Once watch busters catch it

You can’t hide us that no secret

Might as well give that shit away ain’t no point in tryna keep it

I love my nigga bleeding

That dog food I feed it

To my soldier, to my young nigga

I told you, get to clapping shit I don’t know ya

Ian dapping ya if ion know ya

[Hook]

Rich Homie Quan They Don’t Know

They don’t know

What I been through

They don’t know the half

They only know what I tell them

They don’t know about the brand new car I just bought

They don’t know about the brand new house

They don’t know about the brand

New chick that I just fucked with

Some good head, that’s a brand new mouth

They don’t know about the brand new car I just bought

They don’t know about the brand new house

They don’t know about the brand new car I just bought

They don’t know about the brand new house

They don’t know about the brand

New chick that I just fucked with

Some head, that’s a brand new mouth

They don’t know about the brand

New Bezel on the Rolex, now the

Motherfucker got a brand new Glock

They don’t know about the brand

New choppa for the same old

Hitter, niggas mad that a nigga can’t stop

They don’t know about the old

School whip that I keep put up

When I pull it up they be like who that

They don’t know about the old

School days when a nigga had

Waves, I swear every night I wore a durag

They don’t know about the old

School days, magic city was jumpin’

Nigga want to see some booty

Now that old school hoe tryna screw me,

So I’m a hit that pussy from the back

Make her scream like (aahh)

And that’s still money over bitches,

Rich Homie over all niggas

I need some more commas for

These digits cause I done ran my

Sack up crazy

I might buy my dad a Mercedes

And I just find out I got a baby on the way

I know the situation sound a little crazy

And they ain’t know I was worth

That much, ’till I dropped that

Mixtape and showed they ass

And they ain’t know I was on

Them Percosets but they know I be on them zans

And they ain’t know I ain’t with

That groupie shit but got mad love for my fans

I can’t take every picture, you gotta understand

But

They don’t know

What I been through

They don’t know the half

They only know what I tell them

They know about the time, Me

And Nard got pulled over, boy I

Swear to God they were trippin

They know bout the bag that

Nigga had stuffed in the trunk, they

Were too busy worrying bout’ insurance

They don’t know about the

Homie that I got locked up,

Money order every week, they

Don’t know he going through it

They ain’t know I’m a boss,

Already, ain’t nothing but 23, now

Them niggas tryna ask me how I do it

They don’t know about the pain, pain, pain

That a nigga been going through lately baby

Shit done got a little crazy lately

Shoot a nigga make his ass to gravy baby

And

Pussy so wet I might recruit myself in the navy baby

Used to be George Washington

Now it’s Ben Franklin, I had to change of face

They don’t know about that new

Spot that I just got with them cameras everywhere

So they see yo ass

I’m in New York spending Nino cash

A broke nigga, I can never be yo ass

And I’m the future nigga, I see yo past

Who the fuck told you I wanna be yo ass?

With these diamonds lookin like

Water, boy I got Nemo mad

And they know that my mama still workin

They ain’t know I’m unsigned

They ain’t know I’m still hustling

They ain’t know about the spot on Gresham

My uncle Meat Had

Had two times and got busted

They ain’t know it that I paid for

My mama to get married, she’ll be

Happy for the rest of her life

That’s something I know, nigga

And last year I was broke nigga

But they don’t know

They don’t know

What I been through

They don’t know it here

They only know what I tell them

Rich Homie Quan Come And Go

Yeah Quan nigga Rich Homie baby [x2]

Real nigga don’t talk he just do it you know what I mean

Show for example

A real killer he gone kill you and won’t tell a soul

Pulled up in that phantom thought they saw a ghost

Boy you in yo feelings I’ll tell you so

Took off on these niggas get a telescope

Boy I got some issues I can’t tell a soul

My postal man official who I mail it to

Don’t lose sleep bout these bitches cause they come and go

Don’t play for keeps can’t trust these niggas get your money first

Rich homie baby real nigga over here baby (over here)

Real nigga over here (money first) rich homie baby yeah

Real nigga over here baby (over here) real figues overe here baby

(Over here) play with my money will kill niggas over here baby

Counterfeit homies we don’t deal with it over here baby

(This rich homie baby) this that Polo (who) hill figure over here baby

(Ralph Loren) 3 or 4 hoes I usually got over here baby

(What cha talking bout quan) hold my paint brushes I’m a paint yo picture

Clear baby (oooh yea)

You gone crash in these head lights like a deer baby

The difference between her and you is you’re a go-getter baby

And I won’t try you I’d salute I consider you my lady

I’m a probably watch you go crazy probably caught you today

After I got threw with you you like a bad habit I need some new to do

A real killer he gone kill you and won’t tell a soul

Pulled up in that phantom thought they saw a ghost

Boy you in yo feelings I’ll tell you soo

Took off on these niggas get a telescope

Boy I got some issues I can’t tell a soul

My postal man official who I mail it too

Don’t lose sleep boud these bitchea cause they come and go

Don’t play for keeps don’t trust these niggas get your money first

Rich homie baby get your money first

Family second I put my homie 3rd

And pray for these blessing

I gave that boy a bird

Free my nigga chicken

Pulled up on a cruve

Turned up on them niggas

Love purple hurb

Burnt up on them niggas

Love switching girls

Turn up on them bitches

I’m on that road to riches

But since yo hoe assistant

Navigation baby

Make her go and get it

Say real nigga don’t talk he just be about it

And I’m keeping labels on hoes yeah I see them coming

You seen em firat on the inside of my me J

Go get a diary fuck yo secret yeah

A real killer he gone kill you and won’t tell a soul

Pulled up in that phantom thought they saw a ghost

Boy you in yo feelings I’ll tell you so

Took off on deys niggas get a telescope

Boy I got some issues I can’t tell a soul

My postal made official who I meet though

Don’t leave sleep boud these bitches cause they come and go

Don’t play with Keith fuck these niggas get your money first

I swear I took off took off took off fuck you mean

Rich homie baby I say I took off took off took off

Yeah I swear I took off

Rich Homie Quan Yeahhh

I’m in love with types of bitches, you regular type of nigga

Be tryna get in my business, but couldn’t run in my business

These niggas they in they feelings, can’t hide em because we see it

These niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed

Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid

At every game I would win, they would think that shit was real

That pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog

Find out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out

Find out she ovulating, hit her up then pull it out

Why she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out?

I told that bitch, “Swallow these babies and don’t fucking spit ’em out”

(Why? Why? Why?) ‘Cause they might grow up to be something real special

You can’t never trust nobody, never trust nobody

Cold-hearted motherfucker never love nobody, never love nobody

Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet

No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink

At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet

Still stop at Gresham Citgo just to get me some sweets

Shout out [?], [?], shout out [?]

Shout out the 6, ‘cause that’s my zone, shout out to PDE

[Hook:]

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah

I keep my pistol on ready, ‘cause I don’t live for the moment

Shorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies

She suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna

She asking, “Quan, do you got me?”

I tell her, “Get some insurance”

Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty

Because all day, all day, I’ve been running through this money

These bitches be flirtin’, I fucked that hoe for no purpose

I swear that all day, all day, I’ve been running through these condoms

Tell me why, maybe you know

They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke

Came back in the motherfuckin’ trenches

Tight shirt on with some Balmain britches

Them lame niggas over there but I hit all they bitches

I hit all they bitches, to the point, that I fucked them, and don’t call them bitches

I ain’t saying what I’m doing may be right

But when I do it, boy, I give the [?]

Jump out the hot box, police on me, I’m dodgin’ the car

I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin’

Nah, be careful they got it now, be careful I got jailed

The code word, we call it, “Christmas” when we talking bail

I made a oath and told myself I wouldn’t go back to jail

Wound up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got higher than Hell

But I ain’t give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

And I don’t give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls

Where I’m from, we ain’t seeing shit, we ain’t heard of shit, and we don’t talk

And every nigga take a loss, that’s how you come back, that make you a boss

Thought I was gone, psyche, got ’em

Her natural hair long, what I like about her

This ain’t even all of my shit, this ain’t even all of my whips

These ain’t even all of my bitches, y’all ain’t even all of my niggas

[Hook:]

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah