| She remember what it was | 
| She remember what it used to be | 
| But somewhere along the lines she fucked up | 
| And realized she lost her seat | 
| And, now, she just wanna ride with a G | 
| She just wanna ride with a G | 
| (Yeah, Yeah, Fool) | 
| Fresh out the time machine, I step | 
| Mercedes Benz SL5, the rides kept | 
| I play the field with stiff arms and side steps | 
| Bitches with whom I’ve slept solidify my rep | 
| Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept | 
| When I mention my intentions were to step | 
| Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me | 
| We’ve got history | 
| I know I still can be, fool | 
| And women I’ve been with know it’s true | 
| No matter what I got goin' | 
| Saw me wit my mang thang | 
| Still got my number she textin' my phone, | 
| She just wanna ride with a G | 
| I can’t knock her | 
| For fuckin with these imposters, | 
| Lower case G’s, little me’s | 
| Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed, | 
| My budd covered in fuzz | 
| But not surrounded by the police | 
| She remember what it was | 
| She remember what it used to be | 
| But somewhere along the lines she fucked up | 
| And realized she lost her seat | 
| And, now, she just wanna ride with a G | 
| She just wanna ride with a G | 
| Playa, playa, lay a, spraya | 
| On the real loco | 
| I should be the mayor | 
| Compassionate, rare | 
| Fly to a spider | 
| Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper | 
| My cipher is G’s | 
| No fleas, green trees | 
| No seeds, oh please | 
| We press, we ease | 
| Artistically in a midst of me | 
| I’m mystically and magical | 
| The weight I form the group | 
| Makes a move I mean cuz my shit is like classical | 
| It blows my mind and I know | 
| This new diamond I quote | 
| It’s worth about a mil ticket | 
| Baby is ya down to come get it? | 
| Cause my seat is unoccupied | 
| West coast livin' is you down to ride? | 
| We can take ya to the spot maybe, | 
| But it’s hot baby | 
| From the bottom all the way to the top, baby | 
| You with the boss dogg, that it is | 
| See I’m bout the currency with urgency | 
| Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig |