Rich Homie Quan - Throw It Back lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan - Throw It Back lyrics]
Izze made this for me nigga
Quan, yah, homie, yah, damn right too nigga
Rich Homie baby, Rich Homie baby
Walked in the mo'fucker, these pants by nudie
Tattoo, no shirt, she wanna feel me
Feelin' like Biggie, this sweater by Coogi
Feelin’ like Izze make a beat in the Jacuzzi
I done smoked to much weed
I’m startin’ to see Illusions
I done fucked too many bitches
Hope I ain’t got cooties
Got your bitch watching me
You would swear I was a movie
My mind, I’m ‘bout to lose it
Hol’ up wait pause
Shawty go dumb, go stupid, go roofless
Nutted on her tongue, when I come
Call her toothless
That purple monster truck it sit
Up like a dually
Got them purple blunts rolled up
Ready to get to it
Got hoes I can expose them
But why would I do it?
Talkin' 'bout playing checkers
She left her last nigga
He didn’t know what he was doing
Even though he had money like a Jew
She ain’t give a fuck i told that ho to
Throw it back, hope you can take this dick
Please be a little slow, okay
Stay down and I'm gonna make you rich
But right now I’m just throw it back
Throw it back she like it on top
I love it when she throw it back
Throw it back, throw it back
Throw it back like I’m
Pitching and you catching (Throw it back)
Like a wide receiver right after he catch it
To the referee
Fucking hoes that my specialty she say
She don’t fuck with molly but she
Fell in love with ecstasy
Stupid bitch that’s the same thing
No Bankroll Fresh but I got a bankroll on my
Homie show you nigga how to do that
She say she ain’t suck dick
Let me call your friend over
Bet that bitch show your ass how to do it
Put on a man rubber nigga
It ain’t nothin' to it one week
A hundred thousand cash run through it
Ask Cody, two hundred thousand
I thumb through it no money machine nigga my
Hands started hurting
My hands started hurting
Because I’m smacking on a ass
Like she ain’t been to class in a week or two
She said 'Quan
You ain't gotta cheat when you got me'
'Think about all the bad bitches we could do'
(I know) thought that was your bitch
'Til I took her home
Now you got the sad face (I know)
Funny, how I'm in the top 5
When last year I was in last place (I know)
That, you want me to fail but I’m
Not gon’ fail because I got God (I know)
You be feelin’ freaky girl
All you gotta do is take your clothes of and
Throw it back, hope you can take this dick
Please be a little slow, okay
Stay down and I'm gonna make you rich
But right now I’m just throw it back
Throw it back she like it on top
I love it when she throw it back
Throw it back, throw it back
Quan, yah, homie, yah, damn right too nigga
Rich Homie baby, Rich Homie baby
Walked in the mo'fucker, these pants by nudie
Tattoo, no shirt, she wanna feel me
Feelin' like Biggie, this sweater by Coogi
Feelin’ like Izze make a beat in the Jacuzzi
I done smoked to much weed
I’m startin’ to see Illusions
I done fucked too many bitches
Hope I ain’t got cooties
Got your bitch watching me
You would swear I was a movie
My mind, I’m ‘bout to lose it
Hol’ up wait pause
Shawty go dumb, go stupid, go roofless
Nutted on her tongue, when I come
Call her toothless
That purple monster truck it sit
Up like a dually
Got them purple blunts rolled up
Ready to get to it
Got hoes I can expose them
But why would I do it?
Talkin' 'bout playing checkers
She left her last nigga
He didn’t know what he was doing
Even though he had money like a Jew
She ain’t give a fuck i told that ho to
Throw it back, hope you can take this dick
Please be a little slow, okay
Stay down and I'm gonna make you rich
But right now I’m just throw it back
Throw it back she like it on top
I love it when she throw it back
Throw it back, throw it back
Throw it back like I’m
Pitching and you catching (Throw it back)
Like a wide receiver right after he catch it
To the referee
Fucking hoes that my specialty she say
She don’t fuck with molly but she
Fell in love with ecstasy
Stupid bitch that’s the same thing
No Bankroll Fresh but I got a bankroll on my
Homie show you nigga how to do that
She say she ain’t suck dick
Let me call your friend over
Bet that bitch show your ass how to do it
Put on a man rubber nigga
It ain’t nothin' to it one week
A hundred thousand cash run through it
Ask Cody, two hundred thousand
I thumb through it no money machine nigga my
Hands started hurting
My hands started hurting
Because I’m smacking on a ass
Like she ain’t been to class in a week or two
She said 'Quan
You ain't gotta cheat when you got me'
'Think about all the bad bitches we could do'
(I know) thought that was your bitch
'Til I took her home
Now you got the sad face (I know)
Funny, how I'm in the top 5
When last year I was in last place (I know)
That, you want me to fail but I’m
Not gon’ fail because I got God (I know)
You be feelin’ freaky girl
All you gotta do is take your clothes of and
Throw it back, hope you can take this dick
Please be a little slow, okay
Stay down and I'm gonna make you rich
But right now I’m just throw it back
Throw it back she like it on top
I love it when she throw it back
Throw it back, throw it back