Rich Homie Quan - Yeahhh lyrics

Rich Homie, baby! Yeah, aye man
You can bet the house on me dog
I told all my niggas
If they had a thousand dollars
We gon' make it back

I'm in love with types of bitches
You regular type of nigga
Be tryna get in my business
But couldn't run in my business
These niggas they in they feelings
Can't hide em because we see it
These niggas claiming they real till
They true color revealed
Used to do nothing but steal
Till I did that lil bid
At every game I would win
They would think that shit was rigged
That pussy pink like a pig and
That ass is like a hog
Find out that bitch stealing
Tie her up then put her out
Find out she ovulating
Hit her raw then pull it out
Why she claiming that my baby when
I fucking pulled it out? I told that bitch
"Swallow these babies and don't
Fucking spit 'em out"
(Why? Why? Why?) ‘Cause they might grow
Up to be something real special
You can't never trust nobody
Never trust nobody
Cold hearted motherfucker never love nobody
Never love nobody
Remember staying with my mama then
I turnt up the skreet no heat
Remember being cold so I bought me a mink
At fifteen jumped off the porch
Landed straight in the skreet
Still stop at Gresham Citgo just
To get me some sweets
Shout out Choo, Nootie Bone
Shout out Paridise
Shout out the 6, ‘cause that's my zone
Shout out to PDE

Hey, hey hey hey hey yeah, hey yeah, hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey yeah, yeah, yeah

I keep my pistol on ready
‘cause I don't live for the moment
Shorty claiming she want me
But I pass to the homies
She suck around on my meat
Like a piece of bologna
She asking, "Quan, do you got me?"
I tell her, "Get some insurance"
Okay now dish my detergent
I wipe my hands when they dirty
Because all day, all day
I've been running through this money
These bitches be flirtin'
I fucked that hoe for no purpose
I swear that all day, all day
I've been running through these condoms
Tell me why, maybe you know
They underestimated me, it hurt they heart
When I broke
Came back in the motherfuckin' trenches
Tight shirt on with some Balmain britches
Them lame niggas over there boy
I hit all they bitches
I hit all they bitches, to the
Point, that I fucked them
And don't call them bitches
I ain't saying what I'm doing may be right
But when I do it, boy, I give the lil kids
God damn jump out the hot box, police on me
I'm dodgin' the car
I see all my cars in the lot
Be careful they watchin'
Nah, be careful they got it, nah
Be careful I got jailed
The code word, we call it
"Christmas" when we talking bail
I made a oath and told myself
I wouldn't go back to jail
Walked up in the courthouse with
A Gucci sweater on, a nigga got hot as Hell
But I ain't give a damn
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
And I don't give a damn if
My partner get locked up
Accept all the calls
Where I'm from, we ain't seeing shit
We ain't heard of shit, and we don't talk
And every nigga take a loss
That's how you come back
That make you a boss

Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em
Her natural hair long, what I like about her
This ain't even all of my shit
This ain't even all of my whips
These ain't even all of my bitches
Y'all ain't even all of my niggas

Hey, hey hey hey hey yeah, hey yeah, hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey yeah, yeah, yeah