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all of em - rich homie quan lyrics

[chorus]
five hundred in these jeans i got on
fell asleep, i had a dream i was on
it get lonely in this million dollar home
thirty*five for the wocky, i want all of ’em
these b*tches don’t speak no english, i want all of ’em
when i’m goin’ through sh*t, my mom who i call on
gave her five hundred thousand for a mall run

[verse 1]
still walkin’ through this b*tch, i’m feelin’ like man (rich homie)
i had me and dre countin’ up rappers’ advance (dre)
bust patek in miami, water on the sand (water)
i put that pistol in her purse, they thinkin’ she a tran (why?)
’cause the d*ck on it longer than the avеrage man (ayy)
now the group chat wanna f*ck me ‘causе she told her friends (why?)
they taught me every f*ckin’ dog got a day comin’ (i know it)
they don’t know i’m still spendin’ some type of way money
tah, money on his head, better hide your boy
i’ll pay up two hundred k a year on child support
neighbors called the police because i bought a porsche (398)
that’s a ferrari in the yard, that is not a horse
ayy, mama punishment cost more than your mortgage
how the f*ck they leave my name off the forbes list?
forty million dollars, two years, i’m scorchin’
i done lost endors*m*nts
went to magic city, requested for me a courtney
how much you got on you?
[chorus]
five hundred in these jeans i got on
fell asleep, i had a dream i was on
it get lonely in this million dollar home
thirty*five for the wocky, i want all of ’em
these b*tches don’t speak no english, i want all of ’em
when i’m goin’ through sh*t, my mom who i call on
gave her five hundred thousand for a mall run

[verse 2]
two*fifty times two, made her spend it on a weekend
five hundred ain’t nothin’, spent it on belts in neiman
scratched her off the list, another body, she a free pick
i ain’t know that rapper baby mama was that freaky
tall, not swiss on the keys like alicia
skeleton ap in the dark look like a demon
money on his head, funny, n0body done seen him
she been on a diet lately, i been tryna feed her
i cashed out for the difference between you and me
i was payin’ for all of the utilities
you let them b*tches in your head and that caused you to leave
me and you both know it’ll never be how it used to be
bought a brand new watch, we still losin’ time
should’ve kept ’em out our business, we were doin’ fine
rolls*royce suicide, this sh*t do or die
i’m tryna stand in it, plus, i like to stand on you
i ain’t count the money in my pants, homie
i probably got like
[chorus]
five hundred in these jeans i got on (five hundred)
fell asleep, i had a dream i was on (i had a dream)
it get lonely in this million dollar home (it get lonely)
thirty*five for the wocky, i want all of ’em (no, no)
these b*tches don’t speak no english, i want all of ’em (i want all of ’em)
when i’m goin’ through sh*t, my mom who i call on (my mom who i call on)
gave her five hundred thousand for a mall run

[outro]
five hundred on a mall run
five hundred on a mall run
five hundred on a mall run
five hundred on a mall run
five hundred on the mall in cash
five hundred in the mall in cash
five hundred in the mall, cash money
yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

- rich homie quan lyrics

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