Rich Homie Quan - We Gone Be Straight lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan - We Gone Be Straight lyrics]
Rich homie baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grab the ice while it's cold
Pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeahyeah
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates yeahyeah
Tell ya ho to get a table
And put these hundreds on it
We gon' eat da plate
(ima eat it till it's all gone) yeah yeah
And when it's all said and done and ya money
Gone, We Gone Be Straight
Ok now
We gone be alright shawty we gone be straight
My diamonds look like light shawty
That's why I'm always late
My sideline tryna fight shawty because
She want her place
And I don't wanna play no games with ya
That's what kids for
My daddy told me 'Never hit her
Just fuck her good like you miss her'
Make her stomach hurt no sit ups
Couldna been me she woulda been fuckedok
Money and God, I put no one above that
That thang you do with you tongue
You know I love that
I poured a eight out for
My partners dead and gone
I got some partners doing 40
Who ain't never coming home
I know my time coming so I check the Muller
Meanwhile, grab the ice out the cooler
Grab the ice while it's cold
Pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeahyeah
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates yeahyeah
Tell ya ho to get a table
And put these hundreds on it
We gon' eat da plate
(ima eat it till it's all gone) yeah yeah
And when it's all said and done and ya money
Gone, We Gone Be Straight
Gettin' them scripts by the pint
4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom
Shouts out goes to molly
Shouts out East Atlanta
Shouts out to the projects
Shouts out to my closet
Naw shouts out to my wallet
And we still young made bosses
No dinner plans but we flossin'
And I'm in the van with that 40
Like a business man, no talking
Ok, that jet I'm in private nigga okay, okay
Got a potato at the end so when I shoot it
It be silent nigga
And if you fuck me over, thats on you baby
OG Bobby Johnson, give yo ass that duece baby
Them bullets spreadin' like rumors
That nigga sweatin'
Get some ice out the cooler
Grab the ice while it's cold
Pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeahyeah
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates yeahyeah
Tell ya ho to get a table
And put these hundreds on it
We gon' eat da plate
(ima eat it till it's all gone) yeah yeah
And when it's all said and done and ya money
Gone, We Gone Be Straight
Grab the ice while it's cold
Pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeahyeah
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates yeahyeah
Tell ya ho to get a table
And put these hundreds on it
We gon' eat da plate
(ima eat it till it's all gone) yeah yeah
And when it's all said and done and ya money
Gone, We Gone Be Straight
Ok now
We gone be alright shawty we gone be straight
My diamonds look like light shawty
That's why I'm always late
My sideline tryna fight shawty because
She want her place
And I don't wanna play no games with ya
That's what kids for
My daddy told me 'Never hit her
Just fuck her good like you miss her'
Make her stomach hurt no sit ups
Couldna been me she woulda been fuckedok
Money and God, I put no one above that
That thang you do with you tongue
You know I love that
I poured a eight out for
My partners dead and gone
I got some partners doing 40
Who ain't never coming home
I know my time coming so I check the Muller
Meanwhile, grab the ice out the cooler
Grab the ice while it's cold
Pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeahyeah
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates yeahyeah
Tell ya ho to get a table
And put these hundreds on it
We gon' eat da plate
(ima eat it till it's all gone) yeah yeah
And when it's all said and done and ya money
Gone, We Gone Be Straight
Gettin' them scripts by the pint
4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom
Shouts out goes to molly
Shouts out East Atlanta
Shouts out to the projects
Shouts out to my closet
Naw shouts out to my wallet
And we still young made bosses
No dinner plans but we flossin'
And I'm in the van with that 40
Like a business man, no talking
Ok, that jet I'm in private nigga okay, okay
Got a potato at the end so when I shoot it
It be silent nigga
And if you fuck me over, thats on you baby
OG Bobby Johnson, give yo ass that duece baby
Them bullets spreadin' like rumors
That nigga sweatin'
Get some ice out the cooler
Grab the ice while it's cold
Pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeahyeah
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates yeahyeah
Tell ya ho to get a table
And put these hundreds on it
We gon' eat da plate
(ima eat it till it's all gone) yeah yeah
And when it's all said and done and ya money
Gone, We Gone Be Straight