Rich Homie Quan, Drake - Tell Me Why lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Drake [Aubrey Graham] Toronto, Ontario, Canada/U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan, Drake - Tell Me Why lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
Rich Homie Quan (Reps Up, OVO)
Rich Homie Quan (You already)
Baby
All my niggas so hungry
Man they just eat what they kill
I like convertible Bentleys and houses
Deep in the Hills
I might tell the whole crew come through
My squad gotta roll through come through
Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'
Because they sure do come true
Then I say: this that fuckin' mob shit
This that fuckin' player shit
This that shake a bottle up and bust
The top and spray the shit
Bitches gettin' dugout like where all
The fuckin' players sit
And like you just got traded
Girl you don't know who you're playin' with
Aww yeah, aww yeah
My sound is what up right now
I've been down, but I'm up right now
Nigga been backstrokin' and breaststrokin'
Through that lane that you left open
Man I don't give a fuck right now
Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low
'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla
I don't know what it was about you
Like blue you left me without a clue
I pictured the fate, is it true?
'Cause I tried to make this shit work
But it seems like you was in your feelings
You kept them hatin' bitches
All in our business
But I just got one question, baby
Tell me why?
Started from the bottom like Drake said
You the type of nigga get
Robbed wanna play dead
My squad'll kick in your door
Where that safe at
No Atari, games girl I don't play that
If she broke I don’t acknowledge her
Everything I say I follow up
What you talkin' 'bout? Ummmm, Polo shirt
My collar up drippin' on these hoes
Ain't by myself, it's a lot of us
Made a little money, still ain't got enough
And if you got a nigga dead
Put your lighter up
Keep my eyes open, don't say nothin'
Motor geeked up like a razor
You don't know me, you must mistake me
For somebody else
But it's somethin' about you that
I fell in love with your ex nigga, fuck him
I had to tell her that
I don't know what it was about you
Like blue you left me without a clue
I pictured the fate, is it true?
'Cause I tried to make this shit work
But it seems like you was in your feelings
You kept them hatin' bitches
All in our business
But I just got one question, baby
Tell me why?
Question, baby, tell me why
One question, baby, tell me why
Rich Homie Quan (Reps Up, OVO)
Rich Homie Quan (You already)
Baby
All my niggas so hungry
Man they just eat what they kill
I like convertible Bentleys and houses
Deep in the Hills
I might tell the whole crew come through
My squad gotta roll through come through
Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'
Because they sure do come true
Then I say: this that fuckin' mob shit
This that fuckin' player shit
This that shake a bottle up and bust
The top and spray the shit
Bitches gettin' dugout like where all
The fuckin' players sit
And like you just got traded
Girl you don't know who you're playin' with
Aww yeah, aww yeah
My sound is what up right now
I've been down, but I'm up right now
Nigga been backstrokin' and breaststrokin'
Through that lane that you left open
Man I don't give a fuck right now
Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low
'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla
I don't know what it was about you
Like blue you left me without a clue
I pictured the fate, is it true?
'Cause I tried to make this shit work
But it seems like you was in your feelings
You kept them hatin' bitches
All in our business
But I just got one question, baby
Tell me why?
Started from the bottom like Drake said
You the type of nigga get
Robbed wanna play dead
My squad'll kick in your door
Where that safe at
No Atari, games girl I don't play that
If she broke I don’t acknowledge her
Everything I say I follow up
What you talkin' 'bout? Ummmm, Polo shirt
My collar up drippin' on these hoes
Ain't by myself, it's a lot of us
Made a little money, still ain't got enough
And if you got a nigga dead
Put your lighter up
Keep my eyes open, don't say nothin'
Motor geeked up like a razor
You don't know me, you must mistake me
For somebody else
But it's somethin' about you that
I fell in love with your ex nigga, fuck him
I had to tell her that
I don't know what it was about you
Like blue you left me without a clue
I pictured the fate, is it true?
'Cause I tried to make this shit work
But it seems like you was in your feelings
You kept them hatin' bitches
All in our business
But I just got one question, baby
Tell me why?
Question, baby, tell me why
One question, baby, tell me why