Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin' Around, artist - Mustard. Album song Cold Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Ridin' Around |
| 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 |
| Look, 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 gon change me |
| Mr. Right Back, back and she pays me |
| Whip the ghost like I’m bringing back slavery |
| Mr. L.A. 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 L.A. into Antarctica |
| The nigga switched on me it’s like an audible |
| Dodging a fiend 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 L.A. 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 |
| So I give this girl a compliment the other day, you know, one of the those «you're beautiful». |
| And she gon say «Thank you» and walk away. |
| I say, «Bitch, |
| hold on a second, lemme talk to you. |
| I don’t know who be complimenting you, |
| but a thank you ain’t enough for me? |
| Cause I don’t be just giving out |
| compliments on the street to strangers like that. |
| So I’ma need you, err-re-err, |
| rewind that and add, uh, «I appreciate that» proceeding by a compliment |
| directed towards me. |
| Bitch, cause I look good too, motherfucker I deserve a |
| compliment all too. |
| Fuck you talking 'bout with a just «Thank you»? |
| How you just gonna give me a thank you? |
| Like, uh, like, like, like, like, like, |
| like, this is just like, like, like, like, like a, like a, like a, like, |
| like a, like a, like, like, what the, what? |
| A thank you and that’s it? |
| C’mon girl, you got me fucked up. |
| You got me all the way fucked up |