Ripping & Running

My money fast can you keep up the Pace
Her head good she loving the taste
They been hating so I'm griping my Waist
Aye aye aye

If the price good I prolly cop
We still shut it down and open shop
Only real rights o'not fuk wit oops
Always top down when I spin the Block
U thinking one whip boy I need a fleet
That's ten cars to fit in a week
Make em donut till em tires screech
I'm in New York with a Georgia peach

Ripping and running I'm ripping and Running
Flipping dem hunet I'm flipping These hunets
I'm sipping on suttin and already Blunted
Flexing fo nuthing don't nobody Want it
U gotta be buggin All of sudden
I'm Pushing a button roof dispear
These nikka all cap ain't what they Appear
Soon as it touch down the work Disappear
Hit my plug up and it reappears
Manteca up upway up in the air
Yea
Sitting relaxing I need me a coupe
She wasting my time I give a the boot

If the price good I prolly cop
We still shut it down and open shop
Only real rights o'not fuk wit oops
Always top down when I spin the Block
U thinking one whip boy I need a Fleet
That's ten cars to fit in a week
Make em donut till em tires screech
I'm in New York with a Georgia Peach

Ripping and running I'm ripping and Running
Flipping dem hunet I'm flipping These hunets
I'm taking dem hunets And making Em thousands
My Wrist water fountain
The reason they pounting
This money I'm in counting
My weekly allowance
Loot

If the price good I prolly cop
We still shut it down and open shop
Only real rights o'not fuk wit oops
Always top down when I spin the Block
U thinking one whip boy I need a Fleet
That's ten cars to fit in a week
Make em donut till em tires Screech
I'm in New York with a Georgia Peach



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Writer(s): Emmanuel Lara
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