Lover Boy

Rich Homie Quan
That's right, hoe

My nigga been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper (ain't no telling)
Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate
Sade, I'm a smooth operator

(I drop the top of my whip, baby!)
That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (I know you do)
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way (I'm shinning, hoe)
This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way (okay, okay)
Is it 'cause my homies rich you feel some type of way? (That right too)
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way (some type of way)
Heard she wanna fuck me, know you feel some type of way (some type of way)
Mr. CEO is what my title say (Rich Homie, baby)
Me and my homies G'd your hoe, he feel some type of way

Okay, now let's be real, I know you feel some type of way (I know you do)
When I get to biting on her ear, she make that Tyson face (don't look like that)
I drop down to my knees, thankful for life today (thank you, Lord)
No naps just long sleep, hibernate (let's go, let's go)

I can tell if he 12 (yeah), right away (don't fuck with 'em)
Go through hell 'cause I care, move you far away
Drop you off late, know he feel some type of way (fuck that nigga)
I got hoes (I do) like golf tryna make what Tiger makes (that wood, baby)

I got a hideaway (I do, nigga), and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break
I find a way (to do what?)
To still get through the struggle, what I'm tryna say (okay, okay)
And I ain't lying today when I tell you that I love

My nigga been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper (ain't no telling)
Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate
Sade, I'm a smooth operator

(I drop the top of my whip, baby!)
That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (I know you do)
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way (I'm shinning, hoe)
This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way (okay, okay)
Is it 'cause my homies rich you feel some type of way? (That right too)
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way (some type of way)
Heard she wanna fuck me, know you feel some type of way (some type of way)
Mr. CEO is what my title say (Rich Homie, baby)
Me and my homies G'd your hoe, he feel some type of way

She got a Georgia peach on her rear end like a licence plate
No rookie, girl scout cookie got me high today (I smoke good)
I probably make (what?), more money in six months
Than what's in your papa's safe (I'm serious)
Look like I robbed a bank (okay, okay)

I set it off like Queen Latifah 'cause I'm living single
I'm feeling cautious, I ain't scream when they served a subpoena (can't go back to jail)
I heard that he a leader (who? Me), come follow my tribe today (come on)
I fucked her now he heated, he feel some type of way (I'on't give a fuck)

Don't know how to say, ain't the hardest man working? (I know I am)
Attention we pay, there's always a man lurking (keep your eyes open)
No man perfect (nah), but God (yeah)
My head (okay), I nod (yes)
Rich Homie, ugh

My nigga been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper (ain't no telling)
Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate
Sade, I'm a smooth operator

(I drop the top of my whip, baby!)
That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (I know you do)
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way (I'm shinning, hoe)
This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way (okay, okay)
Is it 'cause my homies rich you feel some type of way? (That right too)
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way (some type of way)
Heard she wanna fuck me, know you feel some type of way (some type of way)
Mr. CEO is what my title say (Rich Homie, baby)
Me and my homies G'd your hoe, he feel some type of way

I know you do
Don't look like that
Thank you, Lord
Let's go, let's go