We Gone Be Straight - Rich Homie Quan

Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights

Yeah… yeah…

Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit, more like tour dates

Yeah… yeah…

Tell ya ho to get a table, and put these hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate

(ima eat it till its all gone)

Yeah… yeah…

And when its all said and done and ya money

Gone, We Gone Be Straight

Ok now, we gone be alright shawty we gone be straight

My diamonds look like light shawty, that’s why I’m always late

My sideline tryna fight shawty because she want her place

And I don’t wanna play no games with ya, that’s what kids for

My daddy told me 'Never hit her, just fuck her good like you miss her'

Make her stomach hurt no sit ups

Couldna been me she woulda been fucked… ok

Money and God, I put no one above that

That thang you do with you tongue you know I love that

I poured a eight out for my partners dead and gone

I got some partners doing 40 who ain’t never coming home

I know my time coming so I check the Muller

Meanwhile, grab the ice out the cooler

Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights

Yeah… yeah…

Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit, more like tour dates

Yeah… yeah…

Tell ya ho to get a table, and put these hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate

(ima eat it till its all gone)

Yeah… yeah…

And when its all said and done and ya money

Gone, We Gone Be Straight

Gettin' them scripts by the pint, 4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom

Shouts out goes to molly

Shouts out East Atlanta, shouts out to the projects

Shouts out to my closet, naw shouts out to my wallet

And we still young made bosses

No dinner plans but we flossin'

And I’m in the van with that 40

Like a business man, no talking

Ok, that jet I’m in private nigga

Okay, okay

Got a potato at the end so when I shoot it, it be silent nigga

And if you fuck me over, thats on you baby

OG Bobby Johnson, give yo ass that duece baby

Them bullets spreadin' like rumors

That nigga sweatin', get some ice out the cooler

Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights

Yeah… yeah…

Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit, more like tour dates

Yeah… yeah…

Tell ya ho to get a table, and put these hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate

(ima eat it till its all gone)

Yeah… yeah…

And when its all said and done and ya money

Gone, We Gone Be Straight