歌手:Rich Homie Quan
专辑:《34》

作词 : Dequantes Lamar/Samuel Gloade/Lamont Porter
作曲 : Dequantes Lamar/Samuel Gloade/Lamont Porter
30, you a fool for this one
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk **** like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door
We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic
You work at Lids puttin' **** on your kids
Go'n with all that cappin' talk your **** Rich Homie
Pulled up in that Benz I hopped out perfect I hopped out clean
Tried to rob me you got killed now was it worth it fa-fa-fa-fa
Might buy that Maybach
I grew up without no curtains might buy that six-three *****
And when I get it I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose ayy ayy
You can't tell a ***** like me **** nah
I ain't have it all when I was little nope
Sixteen years old drinkin' liquor what
I ain't never ever touched a beer ha
I ain't never ever touch a mill' never
Till I stayed down and start rappin' I stayed down *****
Then I turned my dreams into reality that right too I rode that
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk **** like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door
We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic
You work at Lids puttin' **** on your kids go'n with all that cappin'
We were growin' up fightin' when we were kids yeah
Remember some nights where we ain't eat ayy
I was Holyfield hustlin' in the trap truth
They was Mike Tyson bitin' on the kid ayy Mike
I remember tryin' to get rich hey
Smokin' two for fives of the mid woo
Never had nothing growin' up nah
***** don't be surprised when I get it ayy
Where were you when I was on my **** woo
I was so broke I needed fix yup
Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about this **** I do
Load the ten and walked up out the ***** ten
Stripper fame tryin' to see who gettin' it ha
Walkin' around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this ***** Rich Homie baby
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk **** like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door
We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic
You work at Lids puttin' **** on your kids go'n with all that cappin'