This Or That Lyrics – Rich Homie Quan & Jermaine Dupri
This Or That Rich Homie Quan Lyrics
Strip Club, Workin’ At Magic
I Can Take You Out That Strip Club
Y’all Know What This Is
I Can Take You Out That Strip Club,
No More Dancin’ At Magic
I Can Take You Out Them Streets, Boy,
No More Carryin’ Plastic
I Could Take Her Out Of That Apartment
And Put That Bitch In A Mansion
Put That BiCh In A I Could Take Your Shit From A Hood Song And Make That Bitch A Classic I Could Make That Bitch A I Could Take Her Out Of That Ocean, Boy, I Could Put That Bitch In A Benz Put That BiCh In A
And Two Pounds, They Don’t Cost Enough,
I Could Front That Boy Like Ten
I Could Front That Boy Like
And I Could Take A Stand-Up Guy
And Sit His Ass Down In A Recliner
I Could Sit His Ass In A
And I Could Take You Out Of That Fashion Nova
And Put You In Designer, Yeah, Yeah
I Could Put You In D
Man, Look At The Writing On The Wall
You Wanna Be A Boss Or A Worker?
You Want A Radio Or A Television?
I Prefеr Cable With Commercials
You Wanna Be Thе Nig*a In The Crowd?
Or You Wanna Be The Nig*a On The Field?
Let Me Know, Shawty
You Wanna Be The Nig*a At The Open Mics?
Or You Wanna Be The Nig*a With The Deal?
Wanna Be The Fuck Nig*a We Ain’t Touch Yet?
Or You Wanna Be The Victim Of The Suspect?
Wanna Be The Homeboy That I Ride With?
Or Be The Fuck Nig*a That I Bust At?
Wanna Be In The Front Or The Back?
Wanna Be At The Top Or The Bottom?
‘Cause They Ain’t Rich Yet
Do You Wanna Be The Nig*a That Get ‘Em?
Or You Wanna Be The Nig*a That Got ‘Em?
Take A Nig*a Out The Hood
Put A Nig*a On Payroll
Put Him On Payroll
Take A Nig*a Off The Bus Route
Take Him Off The Greyhound
Put Him In A Winnebago
Shawty Turned To A Chef
Whip It Up, Whip It
Took Her Out Of Mcdonald’s
You Know I Did
It’s About Where You Goin’
What You Mean, Homie?
It Don’t Matter Where You Come From
That Right Too
I Can Take You Out That Strip Club,
No More Dancin’ At Magic
No More Dancin’ At Magic
I Can Take You Out Them Streets, Boy,
No More Carryin’ Plastic
No More Carryin’ Plastic
I Could Take Her Out Of That Apartment
And Put That Bi*ch In A Mansion
Put That Bitch In A Mansion
I Could Take Your Shit From A Hood Song And Make That Bi*ch A Classic
Make That Bi*ch A Classic
I Could Take Her Out Of That Ocean, Boy,
I Could Put That Bi*ch In A Benz
Put That Bitch In A
And Two Pounds, They Don’t Cost Enough,
I Could Front That Boy Like Ten
Front That Boy Like
And I Could Take A Stand-Up Guy
And Sit His Ass Down In A Recliner
Sit Down His Ass
And I Could Take You Out Of That Fashion Nova
And Put You In Designer,
Put You In Designer
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