Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin Round Gettin It Remix, artist - FAB.
Date of issue: 11.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ridin Round Gettin It Remix |
I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it |
I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it |
I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it |
It’s mine, I spend it |
It’s mine, I spend it |
It’s mine, I spend it |
It’s mine, I spend it |
I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it |
It’s mine, I spend it |
It’s mine, I spend it |
It’s mine, I spend it |
I’m smokin on exotic, she bitching about her stomach |
When we have sex she felt it in the stomach |
Throw that money up, shid, make that money vomit |
And when I’m with the school bitch, money was the subject |
I’m ridin round through my city, emphasis on my city |
This bullsht ain’t gon carry on |
No none of that shit fly with me |
Yeah I’m back with my guy with me |
That boy named Trigga Trey |
We ridin round we gettin it |
Maybe I stay out them niggas way |
Just like the late Bigga say |
More money, more problems |
Matter fact I’d rather that to having no money be your problem |
If hustle plus muscle equals success then it’s no problem |
Think I care if you fuck with me |
No sir that’s a ho problem |
We be on the loud shit |
Y’all be smoking that low volume |
Over here is going down, over there ain’t no slalom |
I’m so fly I need a co-pilot |
Need a ride but with low mileage |
And all my girls be holding in the back, no wallet |
I’m ridin round windows up |
Young peace town can’t wait to fuck |
Another one in the back can relate to her |
Got tittes big and they fake as fuck |
My niggas got em pistols I’ll never catch no case bra |
Life is like a strip club and I always got my paper up |
Swears like a nigga can make enough |
Fame for the kk beggin up |
Stop it, watch it, pocket, scrap it |
Niggas know I got it |
Knowledge where she drop after that I take her shopping |
Bitch niggas be talkin we just call it pussy poppin' |
Trigga’s home, where he go though? |
I been on what you ain’t know ho |
Snatch the doze up on that photo |
Make that girl tattoo my logo |
She go below the belt cha that’s a low blow |
Made her say ah and I ain’t talkin coco loso |