paroles de chanson Probation - Rich Homie Quan

Pray that my PO don′t get my cup
'Cause she gon′ smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I've been fucking
She can smell it on my dick
I ain't gotta take no picture with money
You can tell a nigga rich
Paid 10 for this jacket in Milan
Look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on
Now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can′t get it nigga, I don′t want to
But never settle up with no bitch
Ain't never fell in love with no bitch
Who ain′t have my back like I had hers
Shawty show me mad love
Steppin to the bag for her

I've been countin′ up for so long, my fingers gettin' cramps
I got that water tucked under my shirt
My shit gettin′ damp
And I know my bitch ain't pregnant
She be having cramps
I don't know none of these niggas over here
But I′m going to dap
After that turn
His trap to cash room
Setting up shop in the bathroom
Just like a value bad news
Everything around me, cash rules
Told a broke nigga, I could pop it
I just made a deposit
I was with my dad too
Don′t give me no response if I didn't ask you
Nah, lil′ nigga, I got a bag too
A rich nigga still eating fast food
Steak dish with a little canned food
Too rich to vacay to Cancún
I woulda wifed her but she ran through
Shooters on go when the van move
I'm a stand up guy, need a standing ovation
I smoke too much
I don′t know why I took a plea for probation

Pray that my PO don't get my cup
′Cause she gon' smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I've been fucking
She can smell it on my dick
I ain′t gotta take no picture with money
You can tell a nigga rich
Paid 10 for this jacket in Milan
Look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on
Now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can′t get it nigga, I don't want to
But never settle up with no bitch
Ain′t never fell in love with no bitch
Who ain't have my back like I had hers
Shawty show me mad love
Steppin to the bag for her

Diamonds on my front, look at all this Louie we just bought
Lawyer out of town, I hope my shooter don′t get caught
Heard that dough just locked up, waych me loosie with the phone
Need me to pull some strings I get acoustic with that guitar
Run it up, run it up, run it up, better not run in that thot bitch raw
Count it up, count it up,
Count it up, i don't fucked around lost my count
(...), I done fuck around and lost my thoughts
Forensic can′t get no DNA but they outlined him with chalk
Keep your mouth closed, that's the G code
Take a nigga hoe, yeah, I repo
The GPS lost, where do we go?
Can't tell an opp about what we know
A nigga get popped, then your meat showin′
Cut the lights off, we gon′ creep slow
And I hope my probation officer don't hear this song

Pray that my PO don′t get my cup
'Cause she gon′ smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I've been fucking
She can smell it on my dick
I ain′t gotta take no picture with money
You can tell a nigga rich
Paid 10 for this jacket in Milan
Look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on
Now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can't get it nigga, I don't want to
But never settle up with no bitch
Ain′t never fell in love with no bitch
Who ain′t have my back like I had hers
Shawty show me mad love
Stepping to bag for her