Rich Homie Quan — Everything I Got

[Intro: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] B-O-S, man T-O-N Goose with another one Sippin' out the tea cups, udigg? I wanna know why she's so fresh Yeahhh Goose got another one! Hey! [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Got this bitch who want a Yorkie so I flew her to New York I been ballin’ lately, another league, I know that won’t stop What did I do to you to make you feel like this? Percocet, might pop a pill right quick Like I can’t feel my soul, and I can’t feel my face, girl Tell me why you told them broke bitches our business They don’t care nothing bout your feelings They don’t know shit that we go through They don’t even care, cause they not there for you They just want your money, baby, get that through your skull They gon’ strip you for everything you got, you gon’ swear that ass was new I won’t give you no hassle, baby If you’re feelin’ like it’s too much take that shit back like Devin Hester, baby Grey hair, ain’t gon’ stress you, baby House so big, no neighbors near me And I ain’t lying, believe me for that Baby girl just trust me Love me for everything I got Everything I got (hold on, D voice) Aye! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Everything (hey) I got, everything (hey), everything (hey) I got Everything Everything (yeah) I got, every single (yeah), everything (yeah) I got Everything Everything (aye) I got Everything Everything I got, I got it on my own (everything) Everything Everything I got (woah), I would say everything I got (woah) Everything Everything I got (woah), I would say everything I got Everything I give my praise to God for everything I got Everything Everything Everything, everything, everything, everything Everything that I got Everything, everything, everything, everything Everything that I got Everything, everything, everything, everything Everything that I got (woah) Everything, everything, everything, everything Everything that I got (woah) Everything, everything, everything, everything (Woah) [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Mo money, mo problems Mo’ problems mo’ money When I was broke ain’t have no problem Cause these folk wasn't stuntin’ I couldn’t get nothing from nobody Cause no one would trust me I was live with the hard bad ache Ain't nobody bluff me I have my money, I have my ho I myself, I won’t fuck around with these fuck niggas But I know they have my back And I know that I made it, keep my trust in God I know I can’t fall cause I got Money to the ceilin’, they don’t know about it That pot drive with no sittin’s they don’t know about it Shawty thick as fuck, them jeans she pokin' out em I just don’t want talk about it Go-go gadget, go about it I don’t want no clique, eh If ya ain't gon’ stay-aye With me for the rest of the night Lost mind right then I had to get a shrink (pshh stop) Thought I was crazy, I had you thinkin’, yeah Those diamonds I got em blinkin', ooh’ No soft boy, I feel like mean it Ayy ayyy ayyayyyy You betta than me, fill the life I fuckin’ play ayyy ayyyyy Every bitch I fuck fall in love Every nigga gon’ hate, I don’t give a fuck [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Everything (hey) I got, everything (hey), everything (hey) I got Everything Everything (yeah) I got, every single (yeah), everything (yeah) I got Everything Everything (aye) I got Everything Everything I got, I got it on my own (everything) Everything I give my praise to God for everything I got (woah) Everything (Woah) Everything Everything that I got Everything Everything that I got (woah) Everything, everything, everything, everything (Woah) Everything that I got Everything, everything, everything, everything (Woah) Everything that I got Everything, everything, everything, everything (Woah) Everything I got