Three Words
(Verse)
My flow hard, to bite for all, you stale eaters
And Im still smart as hell like a Yale teacher
Pneumonia, Im hot headed, rare fever
Foul call, no fall ball, play fair people
I tell Bone that Im a yung nigga, worth some car lots
Two cell phones and a pistol, I call shots
Im trippin, money too strings, take them tall knots
Im living, doin' new things I never thought about
No sick days in my job description, Im calling off
My ho gone, im home alone, Macaulay Culkin
How could I know she ready to go?
House full of hoes, reality show
She sat in the ghost, no Casper, better go faster than it appear
And thats a Phantom, not a real ghost so dont fear
Double letters on my Rolls Royce, and Im Ronald Reagan of that building, bitch
Real recognize real, relying on Richie Rich
Got dutch master for the kush smoker
Hold the Reggie, for the Bush totters
'Fuck blacks' is what Bush told us
Fuck that we took over
I bust back like a foot soldier
Give you good gas like a shook soda
Bulldozer, he cook cola, no haircut
Get you the part, thats not what I do it for
Margie not cool with her
Lisa mad Im on Simpson, and Homer say, he through with her
Molly make your heartbeat fast
Bought me a house across the rear house
Ain't makin' me, the best, three laps
Calling me dad I aint yo pappy, Im pimpin out of three cars
Speaking of Simpsons, I aint even mention three bars
In mornin' time, my dick be hard
No rehearsing with that verse
You can get this shit free of charge
And I hope thats not what she thought
And he called for a cheap price
And she saw him for like three nights
And she robbed him but, he in love
Now he heartbroken, his girl
Finna have a baby, bout the only nigga he ever trusted in the world
He disgusted, she got knocked over, he was locked up
She aint stay down, he got busted
That money short, she aint come to court
He got nothing, and now it's fuck the world, that bitch a sheefa
Only time I fuck yo girl, they hating on her for no reason
They land on them, they scheming
Insane on em, they demons
Ill take one of them beamers, X5 gotta flex mine
You know my goals set high
And I stay down, I stack that money chest high
Despite me flexing hard the time I lift paper
Cant question god, I find myself asking
(Hook)
I dont know why the fuck, you staring at me like im strange
I dont know why the fuck, Im worried about what I say
I dont know why, my partner trippin im still the same
Three words, one question
I dont know why
I dont know why
I dont know why
I dont know why, she trying to lock me down like its cuffing season
I dont know why, niggas thinking they can fuck with me
(Outro)
Yeah
I dont know why
I dont know why
Three letters, one question
Rich Homie baby
I am, R H Q