Think About It (Feat. Rick Ross)

Damn man Nard & B I done just woke up A fuckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another bitch Trenchwerk And another bankroll, hey Chorus: Rich Homie Quan I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin' Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty spaces Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan I watch my cousin the kitchen, he like a slave he whip it up My uncle died from that needle, yeah it was AIDs nigga my Uncle Roy Turner Field might be gone but I'm still brave nigga say what Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it That money counter count it for me, I'ma made man that money baby I told my buddy, Don't renig, like a spades hand I don't renig These Cartiers but they used to be some Ray Bans rich homie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it Everyday I'm Sunday fresh, I talk that shit just like a preacher I talk that shit Niggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker skkkrrrt They don't hear what I'm sayin', they like a car without no speakers that right too Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it Chorus: Rich Homie Quan I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin' Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it Verse 2: Rick Ross Reservations at Chops, Lamborghinis no tops Menages for lunch, Ferraris out front We might fuck on the lake, so much paper to make Rubberbands on the hundreds, sip Ros? in the bank I made her quit her job, Moschino, she's a star Versace in the fall, Gucci, I keep her raw She so clean in Celine, pussy cute as could be I like to take photos, like to keep 'em for me Flatline, fuck her 'till that pussy dead The biggest Keep her off that social media a couple day She went and got it tatted, said a nigga name She know I got her back, I mean a million ways Chorus: Rich Homie Quan I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need renovatin' Open the safe, see them rubberbands on them bigger faces I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it