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letra de think about it (2018) - rich homie quan

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[intro]
d-mn man
nard & b
i done just woke up
a f-ckin’ ‘nother day, another dollar, another b-tch
trenchwerk
and another bankroll, hey

[chorus: rich homie quan]
i take my hustle state to state, say i go different places
i shake a lot of hands, do shows and i see different faces
i smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
i pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin’
open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
i done bought everything that i ever wanted but it’s still empty sp-ces
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
i watch my cousin the kitchen, he like a slave (he whip it up)
my uncle died from that needle, yeah it was aids n-gga (my uncle roy)
turner field might be gone but i’m still brave n-gga (say what)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
that money counter count it for me, i’ma made man (that money baby)
i told my buddy, “don’t renig,” like a spades hand (i don’t renig)
these cartiers but they used to be some ray bans (rich homie)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
everyday i’m sunday fresh, i talk that sh-t just like a preacher (i talk that sh-t)
n-ggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)
they don’t hear what i’m sayin’, they like a car without no speakers (that right too)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

[chorus: rich homie quan]
i take my hustle state to state, say i go different places
i shake a lot of hands, do shows and i see different faces
i smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
i pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin’
open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
i done bought everything that i ever wanted but it’s still empty sp-ce
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

[verse 2: rick ross]
reservations at chops, lamborghinis no tops
menages for lunch, ferraris out front
we might f-ck on the lake, so much paper to make
rubberbands on the hundreds, sip rosé in the bank
i made her quit her job, moschino, she’s a star
versace in the fall, gucci, i keep her raw
she so clean in celine, p-ssy cute as could be
i like to take photos, like to keep ’em for me
flatline, f-ck her ’till that p-ssy dead (the biggest)
keep her off that social media a couple day
she went and got it tatted, said a n-gga name
she know i got her back, i mean a million ways

[chorus: rich homie quan]
i take my hustle state to state, say i go different places
i shake a lot of hands, do shows and i see different faces
i smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
i pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin’
open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces
i done bought everything that i ever wanted but it’s still empty sp-ce
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

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