paroles de chanson Only Child - Rich Homie Quan
Stayin′
down,
ran
it
up
a
mile
(Ran
it
up
a
mile)
Gettin'
money
like
the
only
child
(I
love
my
mama)
Go
to
jail,
beat
yo
momma
down
I
can′t
fuck
with
them,
I
know
they
kind
Overtime
what
I
been
puttin'
in
for
that
paper
No
more
more
strugglin,
grindin',
Girl,
I
been
sweatin′
hard
from
that
paper
I
been
sippin′
lean,
fuckin'
them
baddies,
and
I
been
faithful,
nigga
Every
time
I
hit
the
scene,
Gotta
be
clean,
and
I
gotta
make
a
major
statement
They
love
to
form
against
me
′cause
I
got
weapons
I
told
her
fuck
me
like
I
gotta
turn
myself
in
I
ate
my
first
plate
and
I
came
back
for
seconds
All
of
my
niggas
stick
together
like
we
X-Men
Gun
got
two
names,
Smith
& Wesson
Grab
a
strap
to
hit
it
hard,
I'ma
get
the
FN
Security
ain′t
pat
me
down,
Almost
got
the
TEC
in
Fuck
around
and
beat
you
down
like
I'm
playin′
Tekken
All
of
these
sacrifices
I
made
were
for
me
and
you
I'm
in
love
with
money,
so
it's
hard
to
be
with
you
I
held
it
down,
did
my
part,
but
you
ain′t
hold
your
end
And
I
know
that
bankroll
get
flimsy,
But
I
won′t
fold
nor
bend,
no
(Rich
Homie,
baby)
Stayin'
down,
ran
it
up
a
mile
(Ran
it
up
a
mile)
Gettin′
money
like
the
only
child
(I
love
my
mama)
Go
to
jail,
beat
yo
momma
down
I
can't
fuck
with
them,
I
know
they
kind
Overtime
what
I
been
puttin′
in
for
that
paper
No
more
more
strugglin,
grindin',
Girl,
I
been
sweatin′
hard
from
that
paper
I
been
sippin'
lean,
fuckin'
them
baddies,
and
I
been
faithful,
nigga
Every
time
I
hit
the
scene,
Gotta
be
clean,
and
I
gotta
make
a
major
statement
Remember
hustlin′
hard
when
i
was
small
time
No
discrepancy
on
money,
we
like
all
kinds
Suckin′
dick
too
much
fucked
up
your
jawline
We
gotta
stay
equipped
for
when
them
cars
chase
Catch
that
boy
in
public,
hit
him
broad
day
Trick
him
like
them
fishy
boy,
they
all
bait
I
can
eat
him
plain,
cooked,
or
sautéed
Now,
we
eatin'
shrimp
mixed
with
lo
mein
They
don′t
even
know
what
I've
been
through
Plus,
I
don′t
talk
about
it
When
we
get
to
talkin'
′bout
money
They
wanna
talk
around
it
30
thousand
to
the
shooter
Now
his
shirt
gotta
stain
Keeping
that
dirt
off
my
name
I
never
thought
I'd
make
it
out
the
hood,
no
Stayin'
down,
ran
it
up
a
mile
(Ran
it
up
a
mile)
Gettin′
money
like
the
only
child
(I
love
my
mama)
Go
to
jail,
beat
yo
momma
down
I
can′t
fuck
with
them,
I
know
they
kind
Overtime
what
I
been
puttin'
in
for
that
paper
No
more
more
strugglin,
grindin′,
Girl,
I
been
sweatin'
hard
from
that
paper
I
been
sippin′
lean,
fuckin'
them
baddies,
and
I
been
faithful,
nigga
Every
time
I
hit
the
scene,
Gotta
be
clean,
and
I
gotta
make
a
major
statement
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