Ridin' Around Songtext

Came to get money pat on my back cause I did it
I pull up in foreign blowing smoke through the ceiling
You make it from nothing such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
My cars go fast, my pockets is fat
I take your bitch and we go shopping at Sachs
I'm a popular mack, never stop for them rats
Flipped a lot of them racks while I fuck with this rap
Nigga hustling back so they stuck in the set
Playing Russian Roulette, me I'm puffing the best
I'm a fucking exec, money, power, respect
All my weapons is fresh, on the west I'm a rep
I'm the fucking connect, I could cut you a check
I could put you in the game and let you hustle the rest
I got a lust for success, you know it come with the stress
So we party every night, what the fuck you expect?

Ridin 'round, out of bounds, 40 cal, 30 rounds
You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning

Never gon' love no broke ass bitch
Never one broke bitch gone change me
Mister Right Back, back and she pays me
Whip the ghost like I'm bringing back slavery
Mister LA I just caught a lick
Dug it out the mud like a forklift
I'm with some balling ass bloods, some cold crips
Don't get dragged out the club like a coat, bitch
I turn LA into Antarctica
The nigga switched on me it's like an audible
Dodging the feds it ain't affordable
My pull up game came with a urinal
Extendo for certain
Forties with the thirties like it's Harlems on Vernon
Man 'cause niggas up in LA barbies
Rappers want me get some help and sell their merch

Ridin 'round, out of bounds, 40 cal, 30 rounds
You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning