Rich Homie Quan – Replay (Official Audio)

Rich Homie Quan performing Replay (Official Audio 2017) 

Versuri (lyrics): Replay 

Be quiet, bro, bro 
Yeah, this that shit here, man 
Nigga gon’ feel, brah 
You know what I’m sayin’, like 
I’m on a whole ‘nother one, man 
I’m so content with the person I am 
I can give a f*ck about what you think about me, honestly, bro 
Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I’m good, man 

I got two bi*ches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, ni*ga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bi*ches walkin’ with me all from Pre-Bay
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fre’ but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta ni*gas fled, D-Day
Fŭck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fŭck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

Niggas are rollin’ big, ni*gas are drama queen
I be in between that money like a comma be
Run it up and stack it, you makin’ money backwards
I’m throwin’ nothin’ but Jackson, rip it out the plastic
These ni*gas actin’, these ni*gas actors
He ain’t know his daddy, these ni*gas bastards
These ni*gas hatin’, these ni*gas leechin’
Fŭck that bi*ch and everybody know it when they see me
Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha
Fŭck your feelin’, everybody show ’em
I don’t care ’cause everybody know ’em
The best ni*ga

I got two bi*ches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, ni*ga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bi*ches walkin’ with me all from Pre-Bay
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fre’ but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta ni*gas fled, D-Day
Fŭck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fŭck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin’ like a skunk
Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil’ ni*ga
Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I’m ridin’
I ain’t stuntin’ that negative shit, so please don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know what it’s gone for one of y’all ni*gas understand
They feelin’ some type of way, when I walked in like the man
I stuck to the strips, stayed down ’cause I had a plan
I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin’
I’m for real, these ni*gas are underestimatin’ greatness
I’m for real, these ni*gas could never kill or never take it from me
All about that money
If it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout nothin’, lil’ ni*ga
But I’m blowin’ my money to keep these stacks clean
Killin’ these ni*gas like I’m vaccine
You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen

I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
Talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly
I’m talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly

I got two bi*ches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, ni*ga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bi*ches walkin’ with me all from Pre-Bay
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fre’ but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta ni*gas fled, D-Day
Fŭck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fŭck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Yeah, that’s a replay, yeah, that’s a replay
Fŭck her two times, yeah, that’s a replay…

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