Probation - Rich Homie Quan

Pray my don’t get that call '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

Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch

Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit

If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch

I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers

Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her

I’ve been counting up for so long my finger get cramps

I got that water tucked under my shirt my shit getting dim

And I know my bitch ain’t pregnant she was having cramps

I don’t know none of these niggas over here but I’m gonna adapt

trap to a cash room, setting up shop in a bathroom

Just like a you bad news, everything around me cash rules

Talk to broke nigga I can pop it I just made a deposit I was with my dead dude

Don’t give me no respond if I ain’t ask you, naw little nigga I got her back too

A rich nigga still eating fast food, dish with a little can food

Too rich to vacay to Cancun, I would’ve wifed her but she ran through

Shooters on go when the van moves, I’m a stand up guy need a standing ovation

I smoke too much I don’t know why I took a pee for probation

Pray my P.O.

don’t get that call '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

Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch

Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit

If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch

I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers

Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her

on my look at all this Louie we just bought

Lawyer on retainer hope my shooter don’t get trialed

Heard that dope just locked up watch me loose it with this fork

Need me to pull some strings I get acoustic with that guitar

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Then run in that thot bih raw

Count it up, count it up, count it up

Boy I done fucked around and lost my count

Forensic can’t get no DNA but they outlined him in chalk

Keep ya mouth closed

That’s the G code, take a nigga hoe, yeah repo

The GPS lost with a, can’t tell a op week long

A nigga get popped home, cut the light out we gon' creep slow

And I pray my probation officer don’t hear this song

Pray my P.O.

don’t get that 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

Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch

Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit

If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch

I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers

Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her