Ten Piece

Ridin' Round
Yea

I was ridin' down rodeo with a ten piece
I just want the dough, I ain't no killer, but don't tempt me
Rolled up in a rolls, she like my whip, bitch I got plenty
Louboutins got red bottoms, dripping when I'm stepping
And Imma feed the gang until my pockets empty
And I ain't did it for myself, this for my family
And free my guys from the motherfucking celly
I got that money on my mind, word to melly

I was skrtting, i8
Want it now, why wait
Speeding down the highway
Trying to make it my state
And all the jealousy and envy might get physical
And how you claiming that's your dawg, if he ain't visit you
I'm just trying to count up this money in the physical
I'm just trying to see all my dawgs winning in a coupe
And you were never ever with me when I needed you
And I just sit here, pray to god Imma make it soon
Word to metro I just want to see us fucking boom
And all my dawgs, we gon' make it out this fucking room
Trying to make it to the top, like we on the roof
The coupe convertible swear this shit ain't even got a roof

I was ridin' down rodeo with a ten piece
I just want the dough, I ain't no killer, but don't tempt me
Rolled up in a rolls, she like my whip, bitch I got plenty
Louboutins got red bottoms, dripping when I'm stepping
And Imma feed the gang until my pockets empty
And I ain't did it for myself, this for my family
And free my guys from the motherfucking celly
I got that money on my mind, word to melly
I was ridin' down rodeo with a ten piece
I just want the dough, I ain't no killer, but don't tempt me
Rolled up in a rolls, she like my whip, bitch I got plenty
Louboutins got red bottoms, dripping when I'm stepping
And Imma feed the gang until my pockets empty
And I ain't did it for myself, this for my family
And free my guys from the motherfucking celly
I got that money on my mind, word to melly



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Writer(s): Shoumik Bhattacharjee
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