Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin Or Not, artist - Money Man. Album song Epidemic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Ridin Or Not |
She used to be broke, but I made her a boss |
They wasted my time, so I cut them hoes off |
We say hooray when that PUA drop |
Fuck I look like tryna talk to a cop? |
They nod they head, all my music gon' knock |
I’m rockin' Christian while hangin' with ahks |
Wipe his lil' nose like a tissue and snot |
My shit be different, I think out the box |
Pack got delivered, they tripled the pot |
Don’t give a fuck if you buy it or not |
We finna spin, is you riding or not? |
My bitch look like a young Vivica Fox |
If it ain’t Dior, it’s Guwop (Guwop) |
We keep tryna score on the opps, huh (Score on the opps) |
We go to the grower to shop (Yeah) |
We be them boys put that dope on the block, look (Yeah, yeah) |
We be them boys put that ho on the schedule (On the schedule) |
Turn her up, she was down, now she better (Now she better) |
I can’t have her around if she regular (Huh) |
I can’t be driving 'round in nothin' regular (Uh, uh) |
Inside the coupe look like a space shuttle (Yeah) |
Leave a fuck nigga brain by his steppers |
Punch a nigga ass out like McGregor (Like McGregor) |
He don’t want no beef, say he only eat vegetables (Say he eat vegetables) |
I can’t do business with them, they skeptical (They skeptical) |
Who said that ho shit acceptable? |
Yeah |
They know I’m focused on revenue (They know I’m focused on) |
If I want 'em gone, we gon' execute (I want 'em gone) |
She used to be broke, but I made her a boss |
They wasted my time, so I cut them hoes off |
We say hooray when that PUA drop |
Fuck I look like tryna talk to a cop? |
They nod they head, all my music gon' knock |
I’m rockin' Christian while hangin' with ahks |
Wipe his lil' nose like a tissue and snot |
My shit be different, I think out the box |
Pack got delivered, they tripled the pot |
Don’t give a fuck if you buy it or not |
We finna spin, is you riding or not? |
My bitch look like a young Vivica Fox |
Fuck it, I go microdose on the shroom |
Them plants don’t need soil, with hydro, they bloom |
I got that sack like the Legion of Boom |
That money my bride, I’m the motherfuckin' groom |
Please, when I go, put them racks in my tomb |
Keep that shit real, I sound good with the 'tune |
Get your life wrapped up just like a cocoon |
My natural chick eat on gluten-free food |
Don’t come around with a negative mood |
My chain ain’t fall, but I’m droppin' some jewels |
Ain’t on a plane, but I’m burnin' Jet Fuel |
We want that smoke like a motherfuckin' Kool |
These niggas square like a motherfuckin' cube |
Call me colossal, my bank account huge |
There’s COVID, but fell off in Magic like Lou Will |
New house in Houston, that shit cost me two mil' |
If you don’t let me hit, I bet your friend will |
Feelin' real generous, might pay her light bill |
Burnin' 'cause sometimes a nigga be bipolar |
Don’t touch my charm, that is somethin' I’ll die over |
I told her pull up and she comin' right over |
She comin' home with the kid when the night over |
I can’t stop workin', that shit in my DNA |
Pack comin' Tuesday, that shit is the ETA |
I’m workin' smart, I’ma do this the easy way |
I’m gettin' money, so fuck what these bitches say |
Always recording, I’m dropping a hit a day |
Started with crumbs, now I’m makin' some bigger plays |
Step up your traphouse, we movin' some bigger weight |
Might take a vacay to motherfuckin' get away |
I was on the road with that pack bumpin' Master Sensei |
Peanut Butter Breath came Wednesday |
That shit sold out the same day |
And it came straight from LA |
Matter fact, I meant the Bay |
This shit is strong, no debate |
I blow the smoke in your face |
Yeah, yeah, infusin' my food with that THC |
Yeah, nigga, don’t talk to me |