Rich Homie Quan — Finally Made It lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Finally Made It" by Rich Homie Quan.


We Finally Made It Told my momma we ain’t gotta stress nomoe
Nomoe unemployed checks nomoe
I swear I’m a get her that big house with that flexin gate
Nomoe section 8
Cause We Finally Made It We made it I know Teezy would of been proud of me That’s why he still living inside of me
I say we made it We had to brand ourselves
Cause we ain’t basic
In my pocket there’s a phonebook
Alotta pages
Got cho address so don’t play me
I’ll have yo momma tied up even out yo cases
Spread em wide both legs
Fuck with her til she bow leg
Feelin on her booty
Like damn that’s fake them booty shots
He cuffin bitches police
I been rolling for like four days
She wanna suck my dick go head
I been to hell and back enough said
I remember making a pallets in the weirdest places
Fuck nigga put us out
Momma always told me remember faces
And I can’t spit it soft
I gotta go the hardest
I tell em trade mark bitch
I need to see a doctor cause I’m sick been spittin
Plus I got alotta partners in the pin and they did
Cause I’m viscous and I’m like a snake
I wrap around them and spit venom
And I killem
And I stayed down with my hustle
You don’t know my struggle
My momma worked a double
Juss so I can have double
I couldn’t take a loss
I had to make my money back
Told my momma she could dye all her gray hair
Cause they ain’t comin back
Now I’m on top
And these niggas want to hate
They see I came from the block
And stayed down the same way
And I got banged up by the cops
But got out the same day
And I pat myself on my back
Cause nigga…