Think About It - Rich Homie Quan, Rick Ross

Damn man

Nard &B

I done just woke up

A fuckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another bitch

Trenchwerk

And another bankroll, hey

I take my hustle state to state say I go different places

I shake a lot of hands do shows and I see different faces

I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'

Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces

I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

I watch my cousin, the kitchen he like a slave (he whip it up)

My uncle died from that needle yeah it was AIDs nigga (my Uncle Roy)

Turner Field might be gone but I’m still brave nigga (say what)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

That money counter count it for me I’ma made man (that money baby)

I told my buddy don’t re-nig like a spades hand (I don’t re-nig)

These Cartiers but they used to be some Ray Bans (rich homie)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

Everyday I’m Sunday fresh I talk that shit just like the preacher (I talk that

shit)

Niggas merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)

They don’t hear what I’m sayin' they like a car without no speakers (that right

too)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

I take my hustle state to state say I go different places

I shake a lot of hands do shows and I see different faces

I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'

Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces

I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

The biggest

Reservations at chops, Lamborghini’s no tops

Menages for lunch, Ferrari’s out front

We might fuck on the lake, so much paper to make

Rubberbands on the hundreds, sip rosé in the bank

I made her quit her job, Moschino she’s a star

Versace in the fall, Gucci I keep her raw

She so clean and celine, plus she cute as could be

I like to take photos, like to keep her for me

Flatline fuck her 'till that pussy dead

Keep her off that social media a couple day

She went and got it tatted said a nigga name

She know I got her back I mean a million ways

I take my hustle state to state say I go different places

I shake a lot of hands do shows and see different faces

I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it

I pulled the floor up put marble down it need renovatin'

Open the safe see them rubberbands on them bigger faces

I done bought everything that I ever wanted but its still empty spaces

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, think about it