Rich Homie Quan - Come & Go Lyrics

(yeah Quan nigga Rich Homie baby)

Feel me
Real nigga don't talk man he just do it
Know what i mean and that show for it self

A real killer he gone kill you
And won't tell a soul
Pulled up in that phantom thought
They saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings, I'll tell you so
Took off on these niggas get a telescope
Boy I got some issues I can't tell a soul
My postal man official who I mail it too
Don't lose sleep bout these bitches
Cause they come and go don't play for keeps
Can't trust these niggas get your money first
Then tell me about

Real nigga over here baby
Real figures over here baby
Play with my money we'll kill
Niggas over here baby
Counterfeit homies we don't deal with
It over here baby it's still Polo
Hilfiger over here baby 3 or 4 hoes is what I
Usually got over here baby
Hold my paint brush
I'm gon paint yo picture clear baby
You gone crash in these head lights
Like a deer baby
The difference between her and you is
Your a go getta baby
And I won't try you like the truth
I considered you my lady
I'm a probably watch you go crazy
My partna caught you 2 days
After I got through with you
Your like a bad habit
I need some'n new to do,!

A real killer he gone kill you
And won't tell a soul
Pulled up in that phantom thought
They saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings, I'll tell you so
Took off on these niggas get a telescope
Boy I got some issues I can't tell a soul
My postal man official who I mail it too
Don't lose sleep bout these bitches
Cause they come and go don't play for keeps
Can't trust these niggas get your money first
Then tell me about

Get your money 1st, Family 2nd
I put my homies 3rd and
Pray for these blessing
I gave that boy a bird, free my nigga chicken
Pulled up on the curb
Turned up on them niggas
Love purple herb, burn up on them niggas
Love switching girls, turn up on them bitches
I'm on that road to riches
But since yo' ho insisted
Navigation baby, make her go & get it
I say real nigga don't talk
He just be about it
And I keepin' labels on hold
Yeah I see you callin' you see the 40 on the
Inside of my mink jacket
Go get a diary f*ck yo secret, yeah, yeah,!
Hell naw nigga

A real killer he gone kill you
And won't tell a soul
Pulled up in that phantom thought
They saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings, I'll tell you so
Took off on these niggas get a telescope
Boy I got some issues I can't tell a soul
My postal man official who I mail it too
Don't lose sleep bout these bitches
Cause they come and go don't play for keeps
Can't trust these niggas get your money first

I swear I took off, took off
Took off "Oh My God"
I swear I took off, took off
Took off "F*ck You Mean"
Rich Homie baby, I say I took off, took off
Took off
Yeah, yeah I swear I took off, took off
Took off
I swear I took off, took off, took off
I swear I took off, took off, took off