Letra Ah’Chi - Rich Homie Quan
Fishin', I just bought some
Young body, I just watchin'
Ice cream fresh, watchin', I just
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper got a brand new body
Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi
Olive-green anniversary 40 millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants, rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up off the set, fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah
I'm where I'm 'posed to be (I can't even breathe)
These diamonds are choking me (Wafi, Wafi, Wafi)
I'm in the club with that fire, I'm so low-key, these niggas don't notice me (Nah)
I need my flowers, lotus me (Flowers)
These bitches, they never say no to me (Nope)
I knocked the whole buildin' down, bitch, walked out that ho, I had no debris
Nothin' on me (Nothin', bitch)
Funds on me (Money, ho)
Gun on me (Fah-fah-fah)
Lunch on me (After that bitch)
Cum on me (Rich Homie, baby)
They can't understand the lingo, they say it's too lyrical for me (That's right too)
I bought a white shoe up (Right there), but she was too spiritual for me (Ayy)
Picture the moment
Tryna blemish a nigga image when I don't even listen to comments (Nah)
I'm knowing they phony
Like ain't sayin' I ain't done somethin' like they don't even listen to homie
Bitches be on me, you know I swat shit down, I gotta stay stiff on 'em (Swole)
For them niggas in the back, thinkin' that the nigga broke, I throw up my wrist on 'em (Ayy, I just)
Olive-green anniversary 40 millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants, rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up off the set, fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (2 Chainz)
Double cup with some muddy in it or a foreign car with your buddy in it
Paid four fifty for the Cullinan, got a .50 cal with a thirty in it
Off of Riverdale with a gold digger and a gravedigger, I'm a paid nigga
Like my wife a fuckin' cleanin' lady, nigga, I'm a made nigga, know what I'm sayin', nigga?
Yeah, my clientele overwhelmed
Taxin' niggas, Uncle Sam
Hand to hand with the grams
Hood nigga buyin' land
You can't see me like spam (Woo)
Cut from a different cloth
Throwin' a pool of the money, she cannonball
Even when I sit down, I'll be standin' out
Hardest niggas'll shoot at your mammy house
Shoot all your grammies down
Hold up, let me control anger, you know that it's danger, keep one in that chamber (In the chamber)
Uh, trapper and rapper and singer, they say money talk and I don't talk to strangers
Uh, course I can fuck 'cause I'm famous, I bought her some breasts and I bought her an anus
I'm workin' my move, I'm hittin' them angles, I'm out of this world like fuckin' Uranus
Olive-green anniversary 40 millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah (Talk to 'em)
The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah (Uh)
Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants, rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up off the set, fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah
Fishin', I just bought some
Young body, I just watchin'
Ice cream fresh, watchin', I just
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper got a brand new body
Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi
Young body, I just watchin'
Ice cream fresh, watchin', I just
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper got a brand new body
Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi
Olive-green anniversary 40 millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants, rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up off the set, fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah
I'm where I'm 'posed to be (I can't even breathe)
These diamonds are choking me (Wafi, Wafi, Wafi)
I'm in the club with that fire, I'm so low-key, these niggas don't notice me (Nah)
I need my flowers, lotus me (Flowers)
These bitches, they never say no to me (Nope)
I knocked the whole buildin' down, bitch, walked out that ho, I had no debris
Nothin' on me (Nothin', bitch)
Funds on me (Money, ho)
Gun on me (Fah-fah-fah)
Lunch on me (After that bitch)
Cum on me (Rich Homie, baby)
They can't understand the lingo, they say it's too lyrical for me (That's right too)
I bought a white shoe up (Right there), but she was too spiritual for me (Ayy)
Picture the moment
Tryna blemish a nigga image when I don't even listen to comments (Nah)
I'm knowing they phony
Like ain't sayin' I ain't done somethin' like they don't even listen to homie
Bitches be on me, you know I swat shit down, I gotta stay stiff on 'em (Swole)
For them niggas in the back, thinkin' that the nigga broke, I throw up my wrist on 'em (Ayy, I just)
Olive-green anniversary 40 millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants, rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up off the set, fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (2 Chainz)
Double cup with some muddy in it or a foreign car with your buddy in it
Paid four fifty for the Cullinan, got a .50 cal with a thirty in it
Off of Riverdale with a gold digger and a gravedigger, I'm a paid nigga
Like my wife a fuckin' cleanin' lady, nigga, I'm a made nigga, know what I'm sayin', nigga?
Yeah, my clientele overwhelmed
Taxin' niggas, Uncle Sam
Hand to hand with the grams
Hood nigga buyin' land
You can't see me like spam (Woo)
Cut from a different cloth
Throwin' a pool of the money, she cannonball
Even when I sit down, I'll be standin' out
Hardest niggas'll shoot at your mammy house
Shoot all your grammies down
Hold up, let me control anger, you know that it's danger, keep one in that chamber (In the chamber)
Uh, trapper and rapper and singer, they say money talk and I don't talk to strangers
Uh, course I can fuck 'cause I'm famous, I bought her some breasts and I bought her an anus
I'm workin' my move, I'm hittin' them angles, I'm out of this world like fuckin' Uranus
Olive-green anniversary 40 millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah (Talk to 'em)
The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah (Uh)
Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah
Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants, rubber band, it won't fit, yeah
They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah
I just left up off the set, fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah
Fishin', I just bought some
Young body, I just watchin'
Ice cream fresh, watchin', I just
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper got a brand new body
Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi, Ah'Chi
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