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Rich Gang
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Everything I Got
[Verse 1:Rich Homie Quan]Got the bitch all new New Yorkers so I flew her to New York I been ballin' lately, anotha league, I know that won't stop What did I do to you to make you feel like this? Percocet, might pop a pill, like we Like I can't feel my soul, and I can't feel my finger Tell me why you talk, them broke bitches I been with They don't come at your feelin's They don't know shit that we go through They don't even care, cause they not there for you They just want your money, baby, get that through your skull They gon' strip you for everything you got, you gon' swear that they were no I won't give you no hassle, bae If you're feelin' like it's too much take that shit back like David Hasslehoff bae Grayhound ain't gon' stress you baby I thought big, no neighbors near me And I ain't high, believe me for that Baby girl just try me Love me for everything I got Everything I got (hold on) [Hook：Rich Homie Quan]Everything I got, everything, everything I got Everything I got, everything, everything I got Everything I got, everything, everything I got Everything I got, everything, everything I got I got it on my own Everything I got, I would say everything I got Everything I got, I would say everything I got I'd give in my place to God for everything I got Everything, everything that I got Everything, everything that I got Everything, everything that I got Everything, everything that I got Everything, everything that I got Everything, everything that I got Everything, everything that I got Everything, everything that I got Rich Gang [Verse 2:Rich Homie Quan]I'mma need more problem, mo' problem mo' money When I was broke ain't have no problem Cause these folk wasn't stuntin' I couldn't get none from nobody Cause no one would trust me I was live with the hard bad ache Ain't nobody bluff me I have my money, I have my ho I myself, I won't fuck around with these fuck niggas But I know they got my back And I know that I made it, keep my trust in God I know I can't fall cause I got [Verse 3:Rich Homie Quan]Money to the ceilin', they don't know about it That pot drive with no sittin's they don't know about it Shawty think she fuck in em jeans, she for ? I just don't want talk about it Gogo gadget go, ? I don't want no clique, eh If ya right, gon' stay-aye With me for the rest of the night Lost mind right then gon' get a stunt Stuck, thought I was crazy, I had you thinkin' No time is I got replacin' Oh, no soft boy, I feel like mean it Ayy ayyy ayyay yyy You betta than me, fill the life I fuckin' play ayyy yyyy Every bitch I fuck fall in luv Every nig' gon' hit, I don't give a fuck Rich Gang
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