Riding Around
Riding around in the city
I'm whipping the beam
And my baby in shotgun, ya
I see ya got what I want
And I told her I need a lil milk
Like hot ones, ya
They know it's solo
I pull to the studio
Every time they say we got one, ya
I know my name is a touchy subject
If ya bring it up changing the topic, ya
Damn you ain't forgot me yet
Up and down working your quadriceps
B to LA like I'm Ken
But you know that my girl is a barbie, yes
You know I hardly stress
Touching I ain't even park it yet
Building a crib, building a life
But look I'm the architect
Skating all over the beat
Woulda thought I'm playing hockey, ya
Doing pilates, ya
Know that my haters wanna pop me, yes
I'm out in the rockies, yes
They on my dick should top me, yes
I see your thirsty over there
Let me go get you a stanley jug
I put the money in family trust
God and the bros are the man I trust
Know you can't stand my butt
But you used to stand me up
In Boca you're tanning up
Flying over the atlantic bruh
Scorpio, cancer, ya
Muskoka the Hamptons, ya
Riding around in the city
I'm whipping the beam
And my baby in shotgun, ya
I see ya got what I want
And I told her I need a lil milk
Like hot ones, ya
They know it's solo
Every time I pull to the studio
They know we got one, ya
I know my name is a touchy subject
If ya bring it up changing the topic, ya
Damn you ain't forgot me yet
Up and down working your quadriceps
I'm whipping the beam
And my baby in shotgun, ya
I see ya got what I want
And I told her I need a lil milk
Like hot ones, ya
They know it's solo
I pull to the studio
Every time they say we got one, ya
I know my name is a touchy subject
If ya bring it up changing the topic, ya
Damn you ain't forgot me yet
Up and down working your quadriceps
B to LA like I'm Ken
But you know that my girl is a barbie, yes
You know I hardly stress
Touching I ain't even park it yet
Building a crib, building a life
But look I'm the architect
Skating all over the beat
Woulda thought I'm playing hockey, ya
Doing pilates, ya
Know that my haters wanna pop me, yes
I'm out in the rockies, yes
They on my dick should top me, yes
I see your thirsty over there
Let me go get you a stanley jug
I put the money in family trust
God and the bros are the man I trust
Know you can't stand my butt
But you used to stand me up
In Boca you're tanning up
Flying over the atlantic bruh
Scorpio, cancer, ya
Muskoka the Hamptons, ya
Riding around in the city
I'm whipping the beam
And my baby in shotgun, ya
I see ya got what I want
And I told her I need a lil milk
Like hot ones, ya
They know it's solo
Every time I pull to the studio
They know we got one, ya
I know my name is a touchy subject
If ya bring it up changing the topic, ya
Damn you ain't forgot me yet
Up and down working your quadriceps
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