SADDLE UP lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
I'm playing the guitar, I'm playing the...
Yeah
Uh

[Chorus]
You know for money I saddle up
It's 'bout my team I'ma saddle up
Gun on my seat, let's ride
Check my receipts, boy they adding up
You n*ggas ain't wanted it bad enough
If it's 'bout money I saddle up
Gun on my seat, let's ride
If it's 'bout my team I'ma saddle up

[Verse 1]
Ayy
You a proud tiny home owner
I recline on sacks, comfy on my back
You gotta relax, G, you always looking stressed out
Hairline thinning
All my b*tches getting stretched out from di*k that I give 'em
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid off the laptop
This b*tch cheap as hell, I get freaky with the scale
n*ggas thinking we Adele, disappearing all the weight
Lift my pinky, leave a rich n*gga stinky in his Wraith
Genji, cut the cake
We stingy with the freebies, blowing jelly out the GT, guy
My watch look like CGI
Wrist on Pixar, Star Wars, b*tch please

[Chorus]
You know for money I saddle up
It's 'bout my team I'ma saddle up
Gun on my seat, let's ride
Check my receipts, boy they adding up
You n*ggas ain't wanted it bad enough
If it's 'bout money I saddle up
Gun on my seat, let's ride
If it's 'bout my team I'ma saddle up
[Verse 2]
We don't like you 'cause you switch sides
Say you stacking but you just lie
Heard you rapping but you didn't sign
Heard a guy in your crew just died
My condolences
But that n*gga was tripping, he riding in stolen whips
That sh*t wasn't his
When they brought me that sh*t, I was already over it
I ain't even mad
One thing I'ma do is find me a bag
Whether I gotta go rhyme me a bag, cry me a bag
If I gotta go design me a bag, I'ma get it
Guarantee it
Heron Preston with the Gore-Tex in a Scat Pack sippin’ Joel Gott
Said you're balling but we know you're not
But in actuality, you owe a lot
I'm on oil fields, you on road blocks
You a lame n*gga playing Roblox
Boy stop
Been through thangs that'll make you wanna curl up
But I saddle up like Westworld for the paper cuts

[Chorus]
You know for money I saddle up
It's 'bout my team I'ma saddle up
Gun on my seat, let's ride
Check my receipts, boy they adding up
You n*ggas ain't wanted it bad enough
If it's 'bout money I saddle up
Gun on my seat, let's ride
If it's 'bout my team I'ma saddle up
Saddle up
Saddle up
Saddle up
Let's ride
Saddle up
[Outro]
(promo by Stone Cold Steve Austin)
We're gonna go out here and we're gonna disrespect
We're gonna disrespect (Crowd: WHAT!?)
We're gonna disrespect all over the dead man's ass
So read my lips
I said D. I . (WHAT!?) S . (WHAT!?) R . (WHAT!?) E . (WHAT!?) S . (WHAT!?) P . (WHAT!?) E . (WHAT!?) C . (WHAT!?) T . (WHAT!?)
Ain't that how you spell disrespect?
Well, that's what the hell's gonna happen tonight