[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
(Yeah Quan n***a Rich Homie baby)

Feel me, Real n***a don't talk man he just do it
Know what i mean and that show for it self

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
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 n***as 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 bout these bitches, cause they come and go
Don't play for keeps, can't trust these n***as get your money first
Then tell me about

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Real n***a over here baby, real figures over here baby
Play with my money we'll kill n***as over here baby
Counterfeit homies we don't deal with it over here baby
It's still Polo, Hilfiger over here baby 3 or 4 hoes is what I
Usually got over here baby
Hold my paint brush, I'm gon paint yo picture clear baby
You gone crash in these head lights, like a deer baby
The difference between her and you is your a go getta baby
And I won't try you like the truth, I considered you my lady
I'm a probably watch you go crazy, my partna caught you 2 days
After I got through with you, your like a bad habit
I need some'n new to do,!
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
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 n***as 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 bout these bitches, cause they come and go
Don't play for keeps, can't trust these n***as get your money first
Then tell me about

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Get your money 1st, Family 2nd
I put my homies 3rd and pray for these blessing
I gave that boy a bird, free my n***a chicken
Pulled up on the curb, turned up on them n***as
Love purple herb, burn up on them n***as
Love switching girls, turn up on them bitches
I'm on that road to riches, but since yo' ho insisted
Navigation baby, make her go & get it
I say real n***a don't talk, he just be about it
And I keepin' labels on hold, Yeah I see you callin'
You see the .40 on the inside of my mink jacket
Go get a diary fuck yo secret, Yeah, Yeah,!
Hell naw n***a
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
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 n***as 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 bout these bitches, cause they come and go
Don't play for keeps, can't trust these n***as get your money first

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
I swear I took off, took off, took off "Oh My God"
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, yeah I swear I took off, took off, took off
I swear I took off, took off, took off
I swear I took off, took off, took off