Rich Homie Quan - Blah Blah Blah Lyrics

Yeah (Izze The Producer) (Rich Homie)
Quan (what's funny?)
These niggas throwin' slick shots like
You know me, I go direct with it
Ya feel me? (Yeah)
Put a name on it, nigga (Honorary Member)

It was hard to hear at first (hey, hey)
I couldn't understand what you sayin' (couldn't hear you)
And these bitches bound to get hurt (get hurt)
'Cause a lot of these niggas be playin' (stop playin')
And I fuck with shawty on the low (I do)
And I know she know I'm the man (I'm the man)
So that extra shit gotta go (get back)
She probably don't know that I fucked her friend (okay)
If she ask about it
I'ma be like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
When she try to argue with me
I be like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
Tryin' to get back with me
I be like, "Hell nah, nah, nah"
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
I'm like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" (Rich Homie, baby)

Small talk I don't do that (nah)
Get rich homie, you knew that (Rich Homie)
It's a damn shame, I don't gang bang (hey, hey)
But I beat a nigga blue black (get back)
I'm in the old school, no do-rag (hold up)
Them old folk like, "How you do that?"
He ain't foolin' me, this ain't new to me (nah)
That ain't an Aston Martin, that's a new Jag'
But it clean though
And if you're late on the payment, boy, that shit get repo'd
And your bitch easy, huh
I got her on the line and I'm in her like a free throw
Gettin' deep throat at the Fontainebleau (hey, hey, hey)
We runnin' trains on these freak hoes (okay)
And I told my nigga that I decoded, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" (Rich Homie, baby)
Quit goin' in on these niggas
I won't stop, stop, stop, stop (can't stop, nigga)
Keep puttin' my money over these bitches
'Til I'm at the top, top, top, top (M-O-B)
And you niggas can't stop my vision
Don't know what you thought, thought, thought, thought
And I bought, bought, bought, bought
Everything I got, talk up

It was hard to hear at first (hey, hey)
I couldn't understand what you sayin' (couldn't hear you)
And these bitches bound to get hurt (get hurt)
'Cause a lot of these niggas be playin' (stop playin')
And I fuck with shawty on the low (I do)
And I know she know I'm the man (I'm the man)
So that extra shit gotta go (get back)
She probably don't know that I fucked her friend (okay)
If she ask about it
I'ma be like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
When she try to argue with me
I be like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
Tryin' to get back with me
I be like, "Hell nah, nah, nah"
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
I'm like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" (Rich Homie, baby)

"Blah, blah, blah, blah" (what you talkin' 'bout Quan?)
That's how it sound when these bitches talk (hey, hey)
"Rah, rah, rah, rah" (let me talk my shit)
When a nigga flashes that's what we call it (hey, hey)
I'm like, "Hell nah, nah, nah" (hell nah)
I need a real diamonds, ain't fakin' that (VVs)
I'm like five nine feet tall
Heart of a lion, he ain't takin' that
You nigga talkin' like hoe that's why I can't fuck with you (stop pillow talkin')
Doin' shows all around the globe 'cause everybody fuck with me
Fuck-nigga (hey, hey, hey)
You'll be in the first nigga I'll show who what's up, nigga (what's up?)
Fuck-nigga (hey, hey, hey)
Ain't never said that shit's bad
Tryin' to keep it one hunnid and I tried to show love with you
That's the main reason why I don't trust niggas
Standin' under landin' bridges still above these niggas
I'm no beginner, don't I spit it like a vet, nigga?
That nigga talkin' like a ho
Tell that bitch-nigga speak up

It was hard to hear at first (hey, hey)
I couldn't understand what you sayin' (couldn't hear you)
And these bitches bound to get hurt (get hurt)
'Cause a lot of these niggas be playin' (stop playin')
And I fuck with shawty on the low (I do)
And I know she know I'm the man (I'm the man)
So that extra shit gotta go (get back)
She probably don't know that I fucked her friend (okay)
If she ask about it
I'ma be like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
When she try to argue with me
I be like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
Tryin' to get back with me
I be like, "Hell nah, nah, nah"
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
I'm like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" (Rich Homie, baby)