Ridin High

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500 hundred pounds later
We got ten exotic flavors

I was trappin' off a pager
I got a ho from Venezuela
She know people in Jamaica
They could help me, get my cake up

I told baby, game is game, yeah
I Always been a player
We just slut them out
No, they can't shut us down

You can't swim we wet you up
And then we watch you drown
You got a hundred rounds
We got three hundred rounds

You wanna go to war
Bitch, we can burn it down
I'm a ghost ridin', freestylin
Money pilin', never hidin

Ten bands up, dawg
And I'm still striving
Money always callin', dawg
We forever got it

All these Bitches be super raw
But I can't occupy em, I'm ridin high
Off the wock, I'ma sip
Honey bun on my hip

I'm tryna sell another zip
Yeah, them boys ain't got no motion
I can tell they gettin' stiff
Started from the bottom

So I ain't never gonna quit
Greenfield rankin county
And you know they stand on it
And for them people that been cappin

We gon' put them bands on you
I'm a eagle for that money
So you know I land on it
Tweakin' with the  drop

You gon' have a dead homie, yeah im ridin high
And I don't play about that money
Being broke ain't nothing funny
Watch the trap, I get a jumpin

Wrappin' packs like a mummy
Mississippi where they love me
If you got a problem
I want you to come confront me

Got my heart broke, I was feinin
I was searchin' for a reason
Ain't no woman that can please me
I need money, that's the meaning

I got money that needs cleanin
I see hoes and leave them dreamin
I'ma turn up in my city
I don't give a f*ck about no envy

A lot of motion, make them vomit
They can't stop me, so they runnin
I was servin' to the junkies
Yeah, my cup is full of dirty

Yeah, we never show no mercy
I'ma ball without the jersey
I might go and sell some perkys
I don't give a f*ck, I'm celibate

Gas be the element
These hoes be irrelevant
Promise I'm intelligent
Fresher than a mannequin

Bitch, I'm off the medicine
Demi Lovato, a spoon and some heroine
Yeah I'm ridin' high, too high to come down
I was swimmin' through the clouds

I was surfin' through the crowds
Tryin' to serve another pound
To the people underground
When I needed you the most

You was nowhere to be found
Five hundred pounds later
We got ten exotic flavors
I was trapping off a pager

I got a hoe from Venezuela
She know people in Jamaica
They can help me, get my cake up
I told baby game is game

Yeah, I always been a player

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