Rich Homie Quan — Wwyd lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah (Quan) aye! (Rich Homie) Aye!
One five what it do?(My nigga)
Nard! What it do? Rich Homie Baby
(Dramatic Nigga)

[Verse: Rich Homie Quan]
I know a lot of niggas out here broke would do anything for some paper,
And I know lot of bitches out here broke, wearing a lot of fake her and
Bunch of make-up,
I was broke dine bad with a pager,
I'm from East Atlanta not Decatur,
I remember I aint use to have cable,
I remember I was hungry I would stay up,
And I'm like,
What would you do for some paper?
Ion back then nigga I'd do anything for some paper straight up,
That bid I did I was kicking do's for that paper,
And them neighbors said they saw me creeping arine corner, (But they just
Hating)
Cas I'm on the come up
I remember.

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I was broke dine bad for the longest,
Everything I got on the way up,
On the fuck shit riding with the 40,
If you owe me nigga betta pay up,
Don't talk that shit nigga show me,
Or I'll aim for yo ass nigga straight up,
Gotta couple bitches saying they know me (They don't know me),
So ima let the money talk first,
And I'm like

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
What would you do for some paper?
(What would you do, What would you do?)
What would you do for some paper?
(What would you do? X2)
(For a lil money)
What would you do for some paper? (Gotta tell me)
What would you do for some paper?

I heard you wanna fuck me girl (is that true),
(you prolly wanna fuck this cash)
I heard you wanna fuck me girl
(you prolly wanna fuck this cash) yeah

What would you do for some paper?
What would you do for some paper?

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
You probably wanna suck a lil dick,
Probably wana fuck with my click (For some paper)
Bruh, I'm tryna fuck yo bitch then pass yo hoe to my clique (Why you
Hating)
Nigga know all my niggas rich I ain't gotta prove to you shit (We on our
Way up)
All my dudes paid up,
No mo Molly gotta stay up,
What would you do for some paper?
Would you cross you patna for some paper?
When he been yo patna since day one,
That aint real shawty,
That money got yo head fucked,
It's yo patna girl but you fucked her,
And yall pose to be like brothas,
That's showing me I can't trust ya,
That 40 homie damn right nigga Imma bust ya,
And if I gotta Choppa homie ima make you sing like usher!,
Got the authority,
Bitches reppin Rich Homie like a Sorority.

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I was broke dine bad for the longest,
Everything I got on the way up,
On the fuck shit riding with the 40,
If you owe me nigga betta pay up,
Don't talk that shit nigga show me,
Or I'll aim for yo ass nigga straight up,
Gotta couple bitches saying they know me (They don't know me),
So ima let the money talk first,
And I'm like
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