Basement - Rich Homie Quan

Something fishy been goin' on with these niggas lately

Can’t put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'

All my life I been boney, I’m Slim, but not shady

All them cars you drive outdated

Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement

Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement

Hold you for ransom until you fork em over that payment

I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it

I’m in the street like the pavement

End up dead in my basement

New money, I’m talkin', new money, I’m walkin'

Just got a new fit lookin' like I need to be laying in the coffin

Yo bitch, she swallow, that ain’t my problem

I’mma duct tape a hoe, make her ass be quiet

Might shoot this bitch cuz that hoe don’t stop hollering

Might pay me, boy, this shit don’t make sense

But I gotta make it

Money, I got everything I have, they think I’m crazy

But I’m not, I ain’t with them childish games, I ain’t trying to play them

I put that on my unborn baby

If you come off in my basement

Cuz you might get duct taped tight

I dont harass girls if you in this basement

You might get fucked like

Enough say, enough said

I mean she love me, I love head

I get money

And I can smell --

Something fishy been goin' on with these niggas lately

Can’t put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'

All my life I been boney, I’m Slim, but not shady

All them cars you drive outdated

Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement

Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement

Hold you for ransom until you fork em over that payment

I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it

I’m in the street like the pavement

End up dead in my basement

My partner crossed me

I swear to God, he took me in a maze that nigga lost me

This shit be happening too often

These niggas ain’t rapping, they just talking

And she making me sick, I’m nauseous

Black and gold diamonds, like New Orleans

Wanna be in your place, that smile in your face

No I don’t know you, you see me in public

You say we related, you stuck in the hood, while I had to upgrade it

Mansion with acres, straight from the bottom I had to come out of the basement

Young nigga made it, Quan, go crazy

Something fishy been goin' on with these niggas lately

Can’t put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'

All my life I been boney, I’m Slim, but not shady

All them cars you drive outdated

Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement

Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement

Hold you for ransom until you fork em over that payment

I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it

I’m in the street like the pavement

End up dead in my basement