Probation Songtext
von Rich Homie Quan

(Jess, your beat on the radio)
Yeah

Pray my P.O. don′t get that cup 'cause she gon′ smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick
I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can′t get her, nigga, I don′t want her, but never settle over no bitch
I ain't never fell in love with no bitch, who ain′t had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her

I've been counting up for so long
My fingers getting cramps (my fingers getting cramps)
I got that water tucked under my shirt
My shit getting damp (I′m soaking wet)
And I know my bitch ain't pregnant
She been having cramps (she been on her period)
I don′t know none of these niggas over here, but I'm gon' adapt


After that, turned his trap to the cash room
Setting up shop in the bathroom
Just like a bear, you bad news
Everything around me cash rules
Told a broke nigga I can pop it, I just made a deposit, I was with my dead dudes
Don′t give me no response if I didn′t ask you
Nah, lil' nigga, I got a bag too

A rich nigga still eating fast food
Steak dish with a little can food
Too rich to vacay to Cancun
I would′ve wifed her but she ran through
Shooters on go when the van moves
I'm a stand-up guy, need a standing ovation
I smoke too much, I don′t know why I took a pee for probation

Pray my P.O. don't get that cup ′cause she gon' smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick
I ain′t gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can′t get her, nigga, I don't want her, but never settle over no bitch
I ain′t never fell in love with no bitch, who ain't had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her


Yeah, now me and my pretty
Look at all this Louis we just bought (this Louis)
Lawyer on retainer, I hope my shooter don′t get caught (my shooter)
Heard that dope just locked up, watch me lose it with this fork (I'ma lose it)
Need me to pull some strings, I get acoustic with that guitar (acoustic)

Yeah, run it up, run it up, run it up
But I didn′t run in that thot bitch raw, nah (no, no)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, boy
I done fucked around and lost my count (rich Homie)
Da-da-da-da, I done fucked around and lost my thought (say what?)
Forensic can't get no DNA, but they outlined him in chalk, yeah

Keep your mouth closed, that's the G code (yeah)
Take a nigga ho, yeah, repo (yeah)
The GPS lost, where do we go? (Yeah)
Can′t tell a opp I was weak, no (yeah, yeah, yeah)
A nigga get popped, leave his meek shown
Cut the lights off, we gon′ creep slow
And I hope my probation officer don't hear this song

Pray my P.O. don′t get that cup 'cause she gon′ smell it on my piss (rich Homie)
And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick (quan)
I ain′t gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can't get her, nigga, I don't want her, but never settle over no bitch
I ain′t never fell in love with no bitch who ain′t had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her