Whatever
Rich Homie Quan (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics
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I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole thirty, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
(Geek)
Pay up like I've been runnin' it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain't nothing to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello"
Catch up
Bring me up like your pop-pop
Whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe
Keep up!
That V-12 'bout to heat up
Grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I'm Tommy'd up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray
Watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up
When they told me, "Don't matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches
And I subpoenaed these niggas
See who was real
I supported my bank account
And I wouldn't tell you the account
'Less I need to put some of this money on your head
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole thirty, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
Maybach Music
Diamonds all on my fingers
Misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the 'Rari
Residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus
Blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals
Down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money
She at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty's what I lust
How I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes
Love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled, my blood
Got several M's in my safe
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole thirty, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales
Residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick
Man-I-Cure like nails
Competition might fail
Repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
Dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider
Lobster on my rider
You can get the platter
I put my money up, uh
You gon' need a ladder
Work, know acrobatics
Work, know calisthenics
My dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee
My car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex
Now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic
Pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly
Tryna set a bando on fire
I'm just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
The song "Whatever" by Rich Homie Quan ft. Young Thug talks about hiding money and running out of room to hide it. In the first verse, the rappers talk about how having money on your head can make you a target for violence, and how some people wonder why they're always broke. The second verse talks about how the rapper has made a lot of money and is able to buy nice things for himself and those he cares about. He talks about how he's in control, with his "niggas workin'" for him and his "bitches down for whatever". The final verse is by 2 Chainz and talks about his success in the music industry and how it has allowed him to live a lavish lifestyle.
At first glance, the lyrics seem to focus on wealth and the struggles that come with having a lot of money. However, there are also themes of loyalty and the importance of family. The line "My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater" shows that the rappers started from humble beginnings and are proud of their success. The repeated line "Whatever" can be interpreted as a message of indifference to those who doubt them or try to hold them back.
Line by Line Meaning
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I attempted to hide all my money but ended up not having enough space
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
If you have money, it's possible that someone may try to rob or harm you for it
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
It's not surprising that people who don't manage their money properly are always poor
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
Preparing food, particularly chicken, in the kitchen
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
My grandmother witnessed me purchasing my first Polo sweater
Got my hand flooded, I
I have a lot of cash in hand
Buy the whole projects, I
I have enough money to purchase an entire apartment complex
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
I have my neighborhood looking good, and it doesn't matter how I did it
Charge the whole thirty, I
I charge a high price for my services or products
Got my niggas workin', I
I have my friends working for me
Got my bitches down for whatever
My female associates are willing to do anything for me
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I unsuccessfully tried to hide all my money because I didn't have enough space
Pay up like I've been runnin' it up forever
Pay me the money you owe me, as if I've always been successful in making money
I ran that shit up through the roof
I made a lot of money really quickly
Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother
As a young person, I made a lot of money for my mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
I bought everything for her and have evidence of it
The color of my boxers, yeah I'm Tommy'd up
I am wearing Tommy Hilfiger-branded underwear
Watch me break down bales
Observe me dividing or breaking up large quantities of something
Residue on scales
There are remnants or leftover substances on the weighing scales
Competition might fail
My competitors may not be able to compete with me
Repetition might sell
Continuing to do something repeatedly can be profitable
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
The kitchen is dirty, and there are unwashed dishes
Dirty bitches, oh well
There are dirty women, but it doesn't matter
Foreign whip rider
I drive a car that is not manufactured in the United States
My car got all the groupies
Many women are attracted to my car
Now my old Rolex tryna sue me
My previous Rolex watch is attempting to file a lawsuit against me
Pistol on regardless
I carry a firearm regardless of the circumstances
Money coming in, we get flyer
As more money comes in, we become more confident and fly
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger
You're trying to get into a serious relationship with her, similar to Tiger Woods
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Arthur Henry Baker, Benjmain Dyer Diehl, Eliphete Celestin, Ian Lewis, Jeffrey Williams, John Robie, Khaled Khaled, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tauheed Epps, William Roberts
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Jerdarrious Wright
forever stack this money all over these bitches
I forever keep a 100 thou stacked inside my britches
I'll forever put them crystals inside of my bezelsTo flex on these country niggas I sell 'em whatever
Bitches I tell 'em whatever
Niggas I sell 'em whatever
Bitches I tell 'em whatever
Niggas I sell 'em whatever
Money more cheddar, more cheddar
I'm up so high I need a ladder
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I'm up so high I need a ladder
Money longer than a motherfucker right now
I been fucking with Wayne ever since the Hot Boys remember lights out
And it's the same, everybody rapping but it ain't hot now
And I've been playing games with lil shawty
I just want her right now
Be patient, where the fuck you move to baby
Be ailing, pussy drier than a raisin
And I swear to God from the backseat, can't take it
I got money to the ceiling
From the back I make her feel it
Tell them hoes stay out our business
Tell them hoes I'm serious
Thugger that my sibling
MOB the realest How you pulled up slime?
Me? I pulled up flexin' in a coupe
Oooh, I swear to God we livin' better
Don't hate, these niggas make me drop the roof
In the winter time nigga, so I got on a sweater
Gas so loud I can't hear you
100 bitches around, Quan hit it
Nigga money stacked to the ceiling
Til I can't stack it no more
Marvin Gaye sexual healing
Shawty won't gooooooo
And that ain't (?)
Cause I smile and show my golds
Pullin' up at Kinko's, if you didn't know that's Japanese food
Do it all for you, you, you, you
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan + Young Thug]
[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan + Young Thug]
I can't come down right now cause I need a ladder
I ain't comin' down right now, I need some wheels and a pedal)
All my niggas at that tables
All of our bread up
Cain and Abel
We ain't kill nobody
We just got birds, no Robin
Diamonds froze like Baskin Robbins
On my soul ain't tell nobody
Thugger how you feel bruh?
You know just how niggas feel niggasI'm not a buffalo but I'm stackin' these bills nigga
Nigga, nigga
GrandSir
2019 still waiting for them to put the bullshit behind them and help rap again... Game Changers and Innovators
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Alexander Arnaud
Love digging through these old songs
Jamon Cosby
Thier studio chemistry ⚛️ was unmatched if you here in ‘22 You know Good Music 🎶
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Eric Williams
Still bumping this 🔥 that’s right ✌🏾 I need all rich home Quan and thug album on iTunes them was the days ..Pressure💪🏾
Eric Williams
Still bumping this Shit 🔥 that’s right ✌🏾 I need all rich home Quan and thug album on iTunes them was the days ..Pressure💪🏾
RsPaTH-
I had to come back and bump this !!!😎👌
💲David J. Price💲
Still hard in 2021 🔥🔥🔥
Modeezy23
2021. Still slaps.