Rich Homie Quan - Long Enough Lyrics

Zaytoven that boy Cash!

Came along way from sharin’
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause
My momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn’t afford designer it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10 saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said
"Don’t come in here"
Every since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough

I woulda gave that bitch a whole
Meal because I wanted her hollywood bitch
She got two kids and her tummy tucked
You put up with my shit, you not weak girl
You strong enough
You were my best friend when I was
Broke and I was lonely girl
I was your best friend when you
Were down and you were vulnerable
Back when we was swipin’ EBT
Down by the corner store i was in the game
I wasn't never watchin' from the crowd
In eleventh grade
Yeah I had my locker smellin’ loud
Summer of twelfth grade
'round the time I made my first child
You see a lot of pain when you shake my hand
Look at my eyes
I told my brother, "No more sharin’ rooms
We gon get a bigger house"
Never forget where I came
That what this about

Came along way from sharin’
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause my
Momma worked a double yeah
Couldn’t afford designer, it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope he said
"Don’t come in here"
Ever since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough

Money not a option
If we want it we gon' buy it dawg
Bought that 442 from shawty
I damn near blow the tires off
Keep my concentration on that money
Don't take my eyes off we in this together
We can’t lose 'cause that'd be our fault
I’m gon' make it up to you
I promise that my bad brotha
Love me genuine
Just like he trust me wit yo last dolla
He must be from up north, he think he slick
He tryna fast talk
Four hundred thousand in the Louie duffel
That that bag talk
They say that money on your
Brain turn to bad thoughts
I'ma keep some money in the bank
And in my dad’s vault
I saw my cousin in the kitchen
He was fixin’ a quarter
Don’t put these hoes before fam
Blood thicker than water (rich homie baby)

Came along way from sharin’
Rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause
My momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn’t afford designer, it was Hilfiger
Tommy yeah
I was 10, saw my cousin cookin' dope
He said "Don’t come in here"
Ever since then I been influenced
To get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred
Yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star
Run it up you might skress about yo check
Because that shit not long enough