Rich Homie Quan - Story Behind It lyrics

Rich, Home, quan hahaaaa i be laughing
At these niggas mane
You feel me? a lot of niggas
Think I'm fucking my check up, mhmm but they
Don't know the half mind your business nigga
You feel me? There's a story behind this shit

Money in the attic got some more off
In the basement that money be
Coming fast ain't no need me to
Chase it little shawty she got
Her hand out but I don't do no
Favors i might just bring them
Bands out no instruments I don't play
Them brought a new Mercedes
Cashed out on the payments they
Mad because I made it
I'm bragging in they faces laughing
At them haters while
Standing on the paper saying nigga
We made it a fan of drizzy drake I'm


Making that line famous
I still ain't signed no label
A deal nigga I'm
Straight forever I got that cake my bezzle
It got some weight better tell
Em I ain't lazy
I've travelled around the state
I might just buy
Me a private jet because I don't fuck with
TSA i don't fuck around with my ex
I just make sure she straight got
This bust down on my wrist
And this soirlon on my plate
And your girl come take
It i don't want her she want
A baby and she offer
Me a condom mane that bitch
Must think I'm crazy

Who the fuck you take me for?!
Who the fuck you take me foe?!
Who the fuck you take me for?!
Who the fuck you take me for?

Ran off with it I can't make no more, fed
Up with her I can't take no more
Think that she in love with you I take
Your whore think she only fuckin you
How I know she got that water thinking
That hoe is loyal I swear
That bitch is not still taking them
Orders let bone run the spot
Still gripping the fourty got the
Heat-up I'm hotstill on probation
Get in trouble automatic fine ain't going
Back to no jail they
Ain't locking me in no cell
Talking bout phone my partner
In jail with a cellphone cause he know he
Ain't coming home no time soon probation
Ain't fuckin with him it's already been nine
Junes was broke as hell when he
Went in now I got a mansion more
Like nine rooms I was hungry I
Couldn't buy no food i was running too
Fast with un-tied shoes so I
Trip and fell and bust my head then I
Realize that life too short to be
Playing with these niggas playing
With these niggas
I'm so tired of playing with
These bitches laying bitches I ran up my
Band on these niggas ain't playing with
These niggas shawty on her knees sucking dick
Like she praying for a nigga

Money I've done seen a couple million and
The party don't start til I walk
Up in the building and I got
Soo many cars nigga I could
Be a dealer and I be on that
Lean I might need a brand
New kidney hey 235 for that Bentley
Hey drop head continental ohh
With that You know we kill them pink
Slip on every car I cop
Pink lips on every bitch I fuck
That pink moly got everybody on
Stuck i'm from the east side where everybody
Know of me everybody and they
Cousin be hustling and I hate to
Say it, good luck nigga
Break a leg and you don't even work bitch at
Least you can do is make the bed
Yellow old school on 24's call it Kobe cause
I'm a laker fanshoot at your hip looking
Like you doing the stanky leg I got a bitch
Another bitch with friends i might take a
Trip to France when I get a chance in
The money room doing the money dance

Do the money dance
Ayye, Ayye, Aye doing the money dance
Dance on them quan dance on them quan
Dance on them quan dance on them quan
Dance on them, dance on them
Dance on them quan dance on them quan
Dance on them quan dance on em quan