[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
I got my converse check my pistol check
my vest plus I got VS1s around my neck
the respect come first then the money and the power
we got more cake to make lets ride
[Verse 1]
They thought Id be another one hit wonder
until I pulled up to the VMAs in one big Hummer
you know Im a big stunna just like Baby fool
brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue
Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make
you thinking Condo Im thinking fifty-eight to a state
you got your crib on a hill I got my crib on a lake
What what where Im from we like our music screwed up
Uh the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props
we hate cops (why) cause everyday we get stopped
for ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me
you try to jack me for my Lac they gonmiss you homey
[Chorus]
(talking)
Yo Will-Lean lets roll man (Lets ride)
we gotta go homey (Lets ride)
you know how we do it though (Lets ride)
(tires screech)
[Verse 2]
Uh Im too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street
Im not braggin G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep
customized bubble eyed with DVDs in the head rest
look I hope you potty-trained cause the techll leave you wet
lets make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot
fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg Im too hot
but when I do drop you better move out cause Im comin
niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin
ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P
f*ck strugglin-I get my publishin aint shit for free
I get that big bread Im making big chips
you get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Im a diplomat like Jim Jones Nextels and sprint phones
Im tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone
Im harder then yall better yet Im smarter then yall
I dont need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball
I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit
Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it
you know I drop hits every time I spitt fire
whoever told you I aint ballin-a damn lier
[Chorus]
[talking]
Haha lets ride you know I make the music
you can ride to get high to get fly to
yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz
I make that shit you can ride-or-die to
holla at ya boy Houston we have a problem
red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha
I got my converse check my pistol check
my vest plus I got VS1s around my neck
the respect come first then the money and the power
we got more cake to make lets ride
[Verse 1]
They thought Id be another one hit wonder
until I pulled up to the VMAs in one big Hummer
you know Im a big stunna just like Baby fool
brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue
Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make
you thinking Condo Im thinking fifty-eight to a state
you got your crib on a hill I got my crib on a lake
What what where Im from we like our music screwed up
Uh the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props
we hate cops (why) cause everyday we get stopped
for ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me
you try to jack me for my Lac they gonmiss you homey
[Chorus]
(talking)
Yo Will-Lean lets roll man (Lets ride)
we gotta go homey (Lets ride)
you know how we do it though (Lets ride)
(tires screech)
[Verse 2]
Uh Im too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street
Im not braggin G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep
customized bubble eyed with DVDs in the head rest
look I hope you potty-trained cause the techll leave you wet
lets make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot
fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg Im too hot
but when I do drop you better move out cause Im comin
niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin
ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P
f*ck strugglin-I get my publishin aint shit for free
I get that big bread Im making big chips
you get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Im a diplomat like Jim Jones Nextels and sprint phones
Im tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone
Im harder then yall better yet Im smarter then yall
I dont need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball
I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit
Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it
you know I drop hits every time I spitt fire
whoever told you I aint ballin-a damn lier
[Chorus]
[talking]
Haha lets ride you know I make the music
you can ride to get high to get fly to
yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz
I make that shit you can ride-or-die to
holla at ya boy Houston we have a problem
red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha
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