Rich Homie Quan - Three Words lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

My flow hard, to bite for all, you stale eaters

And I’m still smart as hell like a Yale teacher

Pneumonia, I’m hot headed, rare fever

Foul call, no fall ball, play fair people

I tell Bone that I’m a yung nigga, worth some car lots

Two cell phones and a pistol, I call shots

I’m trippin’, money too strings, take them tall knots

I’m living, doin' new things I never thought about

No sick days in my job description, I’m calling off

My ho gone, i’m 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 that’s a Phantom, not a real ghost so don’t fear

Double letters on my Rolls Royce, and I’m 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, that’s not what I do it for

Margie not cool with her

Lisa mad I’m 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 ain’t yo pappy, I’m pimpin’ out of three cars

Speaking of Simpsons, I ain’t 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 that’s 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 ain’t stay down, he got busted

That money short, she ain’t 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

I’ll 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

Can’t question god, I find myself asking

(Hook)

I don’t know why the fuck, you staring at me like i’m strange

I don’t know why the fuck, I’m worried about what I say

I don’t know why, my partner trippin’ i’m still the same

Three words, one question

I don’t know why

I don’t know why

I don’t know why

I don’t know why, she trying to lock me down like it’s cuffing season

I don’t know why, niggas thinking they can fuck with me

(Outro)

Yeah

I don’t know why

I don’t know why

Three letters, one question

Rich Homie baby

I am, R H Q