Heart cold – Rich Homie Quan lyrics

Lyrics Rich Homie Quan – Heart cold

They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before I close my eyes
Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
f*ck a hoe get old, gettin’ money ain’t new
Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
Got these 100 dollars in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no b*tch to me that ain’t cool
It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out.(heart cold)

Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ sh*t head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga versuri-lyrics.info
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole.

The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
Turn the volume up on the headphones I wanna listen to it
Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planneddd.
Rich Homie Quan lyrics
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Rich Homie Quan feat. YFN Lucci – Ya Ya Lyrics

(Intro – Rich Homie Quan)
Wooh!
Lucci with me
Quan with me
Yeaah!
Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that?
I’mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 1 – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston f**king with lil Rob
Before all the stripping, before the galore
Before the galore I had millions and more
Before the tour I had been ran it up
Shaking and shivering when I went to court
Take it or give it but I want it all, I want it all
I’mma take it all, she know I’m gon do it, I want it all
Tryna get me a hundred million before I go, I want it all
Yeah I want it all
Rich homie baby!
Hold up, wait, stop it, hey!
I want it all like I never had it
Never had nothing don’t do no bragging
Steal from me one time wrap him up and
Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I f**k with Philly but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I’m eating bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
Ay Quan tell em what you got on you

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 2 – YFN Lucci)
I put them bricks in the back
I get em going that’s a fact
They know that I’m strapped
I wanna sip on some Act
When I pull up they say no he can go back
You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash
You know all these f**k ni**as mad
You know I don’t wanna hear nothing bout the shit that you had
And I don’t wanna speak on the past, bi**h you can’t sleep in my pad
All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bi**h let’s go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I don’t need no bi**h na**ing
And all of this money, man all of these problems
All problems we gon be revolving, and if we revolving we gon solve the problems
And I don’t really be capping
The time to cap, bi**h I’m bout the action
When I pull up they gon know ain’t no asking
Pour up a four then we go and get active
It 4 in the morning, I’m up and I’m ready
Gotta get full off them muthaf**king karats
I gotta have it I’m a muthaf**king savage

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah
Yeah yea