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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
The Yardeez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Yardeez
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, I made an oath to my homies, man
I told 'em they ain't gotta hurt no mo'
And I told 'em that's my word, man
Rich Homie, baby, yeah
[Verse 2]
They tell me make a wish and I say whole thang
Give them folks my alias and not my whole name
My cousin on my daddy side sell cocaine
Take off on that purple, call it soul plane
[Verse 3]
I get my blow from bone and Ricky 'cause they dope the same
If you get locked up unpredicted, then that ho to blame
Should have never let that bitch knew you was on the way
You can blow from out that sack
If you keep your pokerface
[Verse 4]
Fuck that, break your shoulder blades
Whole trump, don't throw ya spades
Left my xBox in the water so I can soak the game
I heard your lawyer blowed the case, you need yo' own help
****, you can't do shit for me, bitch, I pay my own self
[Verse 5]
I'm employed by Rich Homies, ain't gotta work no mo'
They sayin' I can't put Rich Homies on my shirt no mo'
I got 'em payin' for my attention, ain't gon' hurt before
Every chance I'm with 'em, I tell my **** that
We ain't gon' hurt no mo', yeah
[Verse 6]
I tell 'em we ain't gon' hurt no mo', yeah
We ain't gon' hurt no mo'
I tell 'em we ain't gon' hurt no mo'
[Verse 7]
If you was thinkin' I was gone, I'm back, baby
Friend pickin' up the phone, send a fax, baby
I'm ridin' in a ghost, call it Pat Swayze
Your mama did dope while she was pregnant
****, you's a crack baby
No keyboard, but I'm backspacing
No Precious, I love fat faces
If it don't make money, then it don't make sense
Rich Homie, they stank 'cause they on they shit
[Verse 8]
And I don't get hit, ****, I ain't Vick, ****
See, I'm a rich ****, but I'll spray, spray, spray
I got me on six figures, my clique bigger than the KKK
It's a whole lotta us, you ain't shit, ****, we ain't with ****
You say you killed, ****, but you ain't killed ****
I'm a real ****, lemme tell you how it is, ****
[Verse 9]
These **** try to come in your face
Just to see what's goin' on
And it be the same ones that take off
When everything start goin' wrong
They say that lame bitch straight
And she ain't hurting for nothin', no
That same **** hatin', got 'em workin' for me
[Verse 10]
Home employed by Rich Homies, ain't gotta work no mo'
They sayin' I can't put Rich Homies on my shirt no mo'
I got 'em payin' for my attention, ain't gon' hurt before
Every chance I'm with 'em, I tell my **** that
We ain't gon' hurt no mo', yeah
[Verse 11]
I told 'em we ain't gotta hurt no mo', yeah
We ain't gon' hurt no mo'
I told 'em we ain't gotta hurt no mo'
[Verse 12]
We ain't gon' hurt no mo', yeah
We ain't gon' hurt no mo'
I told 'em we ain't gotta hurt no mo'
Written by: The Yardeez