Tell Me Why (Rich Homie Quan) (feat. Drake)

All my niggas so hungry, man they just eat what they kill

I like convertible Bentleys and houses deep in the Hills

I might tell the whole crew come through

My squad gotta roll through come through

Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'

Because they sure do come true

Then I say: This that fuckin' mob shit

This that fuckin' player shit

This that shake a bottle up

And bust the top and spray the shit

Bitches gettin' dugout like where all the fuckin' players sit

And like you just got traded

Girl you don't know who you're playin' with

oh, yeah, oh, yeah, my sound is what up right now

I've been down, but I'm up right now

Nigga been backstrokin' and breaststrokin'

Through that lane that you left open

Man I don't give a fuck right now

Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low

'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla

I don't know what it was about you

Like blue you left me without a clue

(I pictured the fate, is it true?)

Cause I try to make this shit work

(But it seems like is it your feelings

You kept them hatin' bitches all in our business)

But I just got one question baby

Tell me why?

Started from the bottom like Drake said

You the type of nigga get robbed wanna play dead

My squad'll kick in your door where that safe at

No Atari, games girl I don't play that

If she broke on that [?], everything I say I follow up

What you talkin' 'bout? Umm, Polo shirt, my collar up

Drippin' on these hoes

Ain't by myself, it's a lot of us

Made a little money, still ain't got enough

And if you got a nigga dead, put your lighter up

Eyes open, don't say nothin'

Motor geeked up like a razor

You don't know me, you must mistake me

For somebody else

But it's somethin' about you that I fell in love with

Your ex nigga, fuck him

I had to tell her that

Question, baby, tell me why

One question, baby, tell me why