Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug - I Made It lyrics

[Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug - I Made It lyrics]

Yeah, Hey look
Stop looking out that door shawty
Man you see my neighbors all in my business?
What the fuck you take me for?

Hey, I spots in they boomin's
All my neighbors, yeah, they nosy
I got Glocks, I got holsters
All my partners know I’m loaded
Some of them spot, they got roaches
Cause they still in the trenches
50 spot when we had roaches
Ho, I don't get offended
All this money I been chasing
All this money I been making
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til I'm the motherfuckin' greatest
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til my fuckin' dyin' days
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah I made it i made it, I made it

I made it, you didn't
I told Quan this was written i made it
Went brazy pharmaceutic I need Ritalin
They hate I made it so I
Sit back featuring these bullets
You can't get it out your
Head like a fuck hoody
I got bad foreign bitches
They say I like them bullets
I might leave his ass hot
Like a fuckin' skillet
Then put money on his head
Like a fuckin' Skully
Fire, my boys love the cars
Hey, my girls love me
Play with me like it's a game of rugby
AK's with me like I'm a fuckin' Russian

Hey, I spots in they boomin's
All my neighbors, yeah, they nosy
I got Glocks, I got holsters
All my partners know I’m loaded
Some of them spot, they got roaches
Cause they still in the trenches
50 spot when we had roaches
Ho, I don't get offended
All this money I been chasing
All this money I been making
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til I'm the motherfuckin' greatest
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til my fuckin' dyin' days
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah I made it i made it, I made it

I know the niggas mad I made it
I know the nigga mad I say it
2 million dollars in one year
Ain't playin', ain't playin', ain't playin'
I can fit $500, 000 in these pants
Trap spot done made a nigga a
Couple extra hundred thousand off xans
I'm prayin', I'm prayin', I'm prayin'
I'm prayin' the feds don't kick my door
I know they lookin' for me
I don't want your ho
Just want that cookie from her
She tried to resist so I took it from her
How you gonna tell me no
You must not know who I am
Even if I'm on the road I see what's
Goin' on cause you know I got cameras
I don't know no questions but
I know the answers
I throw these black fists just like a panther
Too much work cause I got

Hey, I spots in they boomin's
All my neighbors, yeah, they nosy
I got Glocks, I got holsters
All my partners know I’m loaded
Some of them spot, they got roaches
Cause they still in the trenches
50 spot when we had roaches
Ho, I don't get offended
All this money I been chasing
All this money I been making
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til I'm the motherfuckin' greatest
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til my fuckin' dyin' days
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah I made it i made it, I made it

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