Rich Homie Quan Lover Boy song lyrics

Rich Homie Quan

That's right, ho

My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something

Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper

Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate

Sade, I'm a smooth operator

(I drop the top of my whip baby!)

That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way

That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way

This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way

Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?

Some type of way, make you feel some type of way

Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way

Mr. CEO is what my title say

Me and my homies G'd your ho, he feel some type of way

Okay, now let's be real I know you feel some type of way

When I get to biting on her ear she make that Tyson face

I drop down to my knees thankful for life today

No naps just long sleep; hibernate

I can tell if he 12, right away

Go through hell cause I care, move you far away

Drop you off late, know he feel some type of way

I got hoes like golf trynna make what Tiger makes

I got a hide away, and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break

I find a way, to still get through the struggle, what I'm tryna say

And I ain't lying today when I tell you that I love...

She got a Georgia peach on her rear end like a licence plate

No rookie, girl scout cookie got me high today

I probably make, more money in six months

Than what's in your papa's safe

Look like I robbed a bank

I set it off like Queen Latifah, cause I'm living single

I'm feeling cautious, I ain't scream when they served a subpoena

I heard that he the leader, come follow my tribe today

I fucked her now he heated, he feel some type of way

Don't know how to say, ain't the hardest man working?

Attention we pay, there's always a man lurking

No man perfect, but God

My head, I nod

Rich, homie, ugn...