Down To Ride
If you down to ride you better buckle up
They know how I'm coming I came from the mud
I got in my bag I gotta run it up
I run up that sack my money double up
If you not my bro then we can't knuckle up
Pockets large money huddling up
Bitch I'm fucking I ain't cuddling up
I'm strapped up but I ain't rubbered up
I gotta strap, 30 round clip and he road running
I been get to the money these hoes coming
So much act around me I might pour something
Yo bitch fuck with me I got more money
Lil bitch I got drip like a hose running
When they see me in public them hoes running
When I hop on the beat bitch I go dummy
And yo nigga too broke he got no money
Takeoff like a rocket no blastoff
This young nigga rapping his ass off
If a nigga want smoke we don't back off
I been dripping so hard you'll get splashed on
You bitch made that's your dads fault
I hit hoes and I throw em like fastballs
When I fuck on that hoe she get rag dolled
Stack my money so high my shit mad tall
Momma told me Dont you fuck with niggas who don't really really fuck with you
I'ma just get this money and invest in myself when I hop in the stu'
I'ma run it run it til the money flooding while I still got my youth
Do she fuck with me cuz I got some money my pockets be full of them blues
Is she really down for me
Or is she one of them fake hoes
Is she fucking with them broke niggas
Big bands bitch I make those
I got too many bitches I just pick em like spinning a wheel on a game show
Why everybody want me for my money they don't fuck with me bitch I hate hoes
It's a young nigga time to start shining
Look at me mom a young nigga grinding
God told to me to wait for my timing
Now my money be stackin and rising
I'll be the one who providing
Steak and shrimp we gon eat when we dining
I'll have diamonds on me they'll be biting
There'll be better days no more crying
If you down to ride you better buckle up
They know how I'm coming I came from the mud
I got in my bag I gotta run it up
I run up that sack my money double up
If you not my bro then we can't knuckle up
Pockets large money huddling up
Bitch I'm fucking I ain't cuddling up
I'm strapped up but I ain't rubbered up
I gotta strap, 30 round clip and he road running
I been get to the money these hoes coming
So much act around me I might pour something
Yo bitch fuck with me I got more money
Lil bitch I got drip like a hose running
When they see me in public them hoes running
When I hop on the beat bitch I go dummy
And yo nigga too broke he got no money
They know how I'm coming I came from the mud
I got in my bag I gotta run it up
I run up that sack my money double up
If you not my bro then we can't knuckle up
Pockets large money huddling up
Bitch I'm fucking I ain't cuddling up
I'm strapped up but I ain't rubbered up
I gotta strap, 30 round clip and he road running
I been get to the money these hoes coming
So much act around me I might pour something
Yo bitch fuck with me I got more money
Lil bitch I got drip like a hose running
When they see me in public them hoes running
When I hop on the beat bitch I go dummy
And yo nigga too broke he got no money
Takeoff like a rocket no blastoff
This young nigga rapping his ass off
If a nigga want smoke we don't back off
I been dripping so hard you'll get splashed on
You bitch made that's your dads fault
I hit hoes and I throw em like fastballs
When I fuck on that hoe she get rag dolled
Stack my money so high my shit mad tall
Momma told me Dont you fuck with niggas who don't really really fuck with you
I'ma just get this money and invest in myself when I hop in the stu'
I'ma run it run it til the money flooding while I still got my youth
Do she fuck with me cuz I got some money my pockets be full of them blues
Is she really down for me
Or is she one of them fake hoes
Is she fucking with them broke niggas
Big bands bitch I make those
I got too many bitches I just pick em like spinning a wheel on a game show
Why everybody want me for my money they don't fuck with me bitch I hate hoes
It's a young nigga time to start shining
Look at me mom a young nigga grinding
God told to me to wait for my timing
Now my money be stackin and rising
I'll be the one who providing
Steak and shrimp we gon eat when we dining
I'll have diamonds on me they'll be biting
There'll be better days no more crying
If you down to ride you better buckle up
They know how I'm coming I came from the mud
I got in my bag I gotta run it up
I run up that sack my money double up
If you not my bro then we can't knuckle up
Pockets large money huddling up
Bitch I'm fucking I ain't cuddling up
I'm strapped up but I ain't rubbered up
I gotta strap, 30 round clip and he road running
I been get to the money these hoes coming
So much act around me I might pour something
Yo bitch fuck with me I got more money
Lil bitch I got drip like a hose running
When they see me in public them hoes running
When I hop on the beat bitch I go dummy
And yo nigga too broke he got no money
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Writer(s): Lucas Williams
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