Rich Homie babe

I'm Rich Homie babe

I'm so Rich Homie babe

I had to take my glasses off
'cause I couldn't see you and believe it
And my homie lyin'
Had to see with my own eyes
But now I got my glasses off
See the attitude through my mean eyes (I see it n***a)
Look a man straight in the eyes
To prove that he ain't lying
And that's the reason my glasses off

Now you see that's soft
Where I'm comin' from
Least they come, n***a front for nothin'
That's when they see that boy
But I ain't mad at all
When somethin' got my sights slightly trippin' (what's that?)
My glasses off - wipe my lenses, for brighter vision

Now I must speed, I think that Porsche coupe not fast enough
So don't fuck with me, now a n***a in court, for shootin' no basketball
Now I love to see Millie out that nasty place, it been a little minute 'cause
His assault was aggravated, he was caught on camera ragin'
But I feel that shit was fed up
First heard guilty, stood up and took my glasses off
Fuckin' disbelief, prayin' disagree, when I know it ain't
Like a missin' piece, somethin' incomplete, puzzle played
Talked to homie just the other day, my check
I can see it on his mother's face, she under stress
And her heart ache, for God's sake, the note on her car late
I got a fetish for Dolce, but

I had to take my glasses off
'cause I couldn't see you and believe it
And my homie lyin'
Had to see with my own eyes
And now I got my glasses off
See the attitude through my mean eyes (I see it n***a)
Look a man straight in the eyes
To prove that he ain't lying
And that's the reason my glasses off

Now you see that's soft
Where I'm comin' from
Least they come, n***a front for nothin'
That's when they see that boy
But I ain't mad at all
When somethin' got my sights slightly trippin' (what's that?)
My glasses off - wipe my lenses, for brighter vision

Okay now vision 20/20, I see everything
I was chillin' at Gucci Villa
He pulled over my Grand Mustang
Conversation, that's our business
Ain't for pulling your n***a home game
And he money, where we gettin'?
I swear, got a young n***a paid
And I swear, got a young n***a made
I got a driver, ain't lyin', when he be drivin'
He by flyin', you wanna find him?
He's on time, he my n***a, (Rich Homie)
And we straight, we forever, (never dyin')
I pray, some day we make one play and we
Gotta come straight, wanna hear Quan say, okay okay

I like him, go skirt, go and have 'em all
Handkerchief for my lenses, hoe
My vision blurry, glasses off
I need cash to call (I swear I do)
'cause all these hoes can't hear from me
Like why these hoes be after me
I can barely see, so

I had to take my glasses off
'cause I couldn't see you and believe it
And my homie lyin'
Had to see with my own eyes
And now I got my glasses off
See the attitude through my mean eyes (I see it n***a)
Look a man straight in the eyes
To prove that he ain't lying
And that's the reason my glasses off
Now you see that's soft
Where I'm comin' from
Least they come, n***a front for nothin'
That's when they see that boy
But I ain't mad at all
When somethin' got my sights slightly trippin' (what's that?)
My glasses off - wipe my lenses, for brighter vision