Who I Am-Rich Homie Quan

I know I fucked up, shorty Forgive me You know what I'm saying? Not for the mistakes But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared I thank God when I wake up 'cause a n***a could've been dead Like a certified barber, I got money on your head Hey listen Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed Tyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all niggas be playin' I stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y'all feds I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?) These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, these days, for real Can't trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal House so big on a hill Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her I ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different) Show me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me Had to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared I thank God when I wake up 'cause a n***a could've been dead Like a certified barber, I got money on your head Hey listen Now I'm back like I left something I ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty Give it to me, I ain't askin', for the P***y I'm an addict I can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static Treat the B***h like a throwaway 'cause you know the lil hoe trashy She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young n***a ain't havin' it S I T H, I swear my [?] She grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me Daddy She ain't worried 'bout a lame nigga, he a has been She swearing that she bad, nigga, B***h you average I ain't tryin' to share ya if I can't have ya I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya Hm, hold on, wait But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared I thank God when I wake up 'cause a n***a could've been dead Like a certified barber, I got money on your head Hey listen