Rich Homie Quan – Word Of Mouth



[Intro]
Driveway full of cars, everything paid off
House paid off, bitch paid off
Feel me Nard, hahaha, my nigga Evan back, man!
Aye Goonie!
Rich Homie Baby!

[Hook:]
Hard top, windows down, we riding around, them pistols out
Act stuck up cause I’m the shit, you know my ass they kissing now
They ain’t seen a real nigga in a minute, heard it’s a drought
I ain’t tell you ’bout them millions that I stashed off in the couch
Word of mouth, them niggas talkin’
I’m not worried ’bout what they sayin’
Word of mouth, they in they feelings
I don’t care what they may think
(Naw nigga) Word of mouth
(Listen up) Word of mouth
Word of mouth (Quan)

[Verse 1:]
Word of mouth, they just be talkin’
Heard them niggas in they feelings
Word out mouth, I got a office on the top floor of the building
Word of mouth, they say I got ’em shot
But naw I ain’t send ’em, I was broke
Word of mouth, I eat breakfast for dinner
Word of mouth, I had about 40 hoes in the back of the sprinter
Word of mouth, I bought sa brand new car
They say it hurt they feelings
Worried ’bout Rich Homie’s losses
Naw bitch, I been counting checks
Word around, my neck be froze
I put diamonds around my shit
Word around town, heard these niggas in they feelings
Word around town, they making threats, wanna kill me
But I ain’t trippin’, laid back sippin’, yeah, codeine sippin’
I’m just Lucane kickin’ in that Mulsanne Bentley
With the

[Hook:]
Hard top, windows down, we riding around, them pistols out
Act stuck up cause I’m the shit, you know my ass they kissing now
They ain’t seen a real nigga in a minute, heard it’s a drought
I ain’t tell you ’bout them millions that I stashed off in the couch
Word of mouth, them niggas talkin’
I’m not worried ’bout what they sayin’
Word of mouth, they in they feelings
I don’t care what they may think
(Naw nigga) Word of mouth
(Listen up) Word of mouth
Word of mouth (Quan)

[Verse 2:]
He say, she say, yeah, we call that word of mouth
Heard about all that lame shit she be doing for no reason
Worry ’bout yourself, don’t worry ’bout what I’m doing with them people
And when I do it, you the reason I may lie sometimes, girl
But when I do it, I keep it 100, you my puzzle baby
I’m not losing them pieces, we stuck together, we not breaking up
It’s you who I needed, and without you, girl, I cried for you
Take a bullet for you, sacrifice my life and die for you
Set my standards high for you
Tall ladder, climb to me
Circle full of millionaires, I’m standing around money
Green Ben Frank lookin’ old, light brown money
Got a safe in my mama house, bought the old school with out of town money

[Hook:]
Hard top, windows down, we riding around, them pistols out
Act stuck up cause I’m the shit, you know my ass they kissing now
They ain’t seen a real nigga in a minute, heard it’s a drought
I ain’t tell you ’bout them millions that I stashed off in the couch
Word of mouth, them niggas talkin’
I’m not worried ’bout what they sayin’
Word of mouth, they in they feelings
I don’t care what they may think
(Naw nigga) Word of mouth
(Listen up) Word of mouth
Word of mouth (Quan)



BoBo Norco – Childish (feat. YG)



[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
DJ Ghost
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish

[Verse 1: BoBo Norco]
I cut class for the red Giuseppes
Tryna double up like the price is right
Then I whipped up the raw for the Mulsanne Bentley
Dropped a bootleg like a rodeo night
Your boy got the bitches in a bidding frenzy
They boyfriends act like Miami Vice
I got more knocks than a Jehovah’s witness
And I keep it more lit than the Church of Christ
First things first, imma mack regardless
This french rosé got me acting heartless
They throwin’ shade but I disregard it
I’m way too smooth to be catching charges
I picked her up in the Aston Martin
Dropped her off in a black Delorean
Spritz Clive Chris on my Mason Martin[?]
Cause your bitch smell just like the Asian market

[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish (4hunnid)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish

[Verse 2: YG]
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
I know you hear me everywhere you go (True)
Your girlfriend game me all yo’ attention
Aw damn, that’s some shit I shouldn’t mention (uh-oh)
I do shows, I got dough, I got freaks
I got a – sex tape that might leak
If I don’t – fuck with you we got beef
Thats why I move how I move in these streets
His bitch on my dick so he checked her
He don’t know we go back like Sean John and Mecca
He searchin’ through a phone he’s a presser
Found out his bitch a late night texter
He’s trippin’, cause she’s wildin’
But she grown, he act childish
All those trips she was taking a pirate [?]
She ain’t had no money, now she understand it

[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish

[Verse 3: BoBo Norco]
I’m dipped off lean, OG, and Bombay
Bitches get fucked like I’m Rico Suave
Blunts get wrapped like a RICO statute
I spit like Pac at the Paparazzi
Im a problem, my label refuse to drop me
The club like a coop and the pigeons flock me
Revenge of the hood, nerds tryna stop me
Middle finger pig [?], that’s enough to block me
Got a gold lucky charm like a Mayan
It look like I hit a lick on a pirate
Dope dick will leave a drip in your sinus
My video will leave your phone with a virus
One night stand, that’s the shit my clique’s on
My dick’s in her mouth and I tell her to get gone
Babysit the kids while a fuck the kid’s mom
In love cause I’m rich and she knows the dick’s bomb

[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
DJ Ghost