Riot lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
I (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I (Yeah)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Walkin' dripped out, you see the details
I got water on me, drippin' like a seashell
I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told her "Oh well"
When I was broke, I busted traps straight off my Nextel
What you gon' do when you make it?
A lot of people change when it comes to bein' famous
Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch
I'm a rich n*gga, I won't f*ck her if she basic
She a rich b*tch, cut a n*gga off for fakin'

[Chorus]
Nightmare on Elm Street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
If I got a problem then my brother get to sprayin'
Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
And I'ma boss up on any occasion
Young n*gga poppin' tags, young n*gga got a bag
And he got his own swag, let's go
Young n*gga stay low, got a lot of pesos
And he sellin' out shows, you know
I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
Try to snatch it, take your brain, big smoke, n*gga
You ain't never helped your mans hit a lick for twenty bands
Then put ten up in his hands, you a ho, n*gga
[Verse 2]
And I'm livin' by the code
I got hoes down the road, when I'm bored, suck my soul
Hear me on the radio, girl, I'm in my glow
I got money and a flow, it look like I'm sellin' dope
Why your baby daddy broke? That n*gga is a joke
I should probably put him on but I probably really won't
Call Stan, send a boat, the gang stay afloat
Got bread by the loaf, turn a pus*y n*gga toast
I'm too nice with this
She wanna come suck, I told her "Come ride the di*k"
My gang on full attack, this that real riot sh*t
You f*ck around, get clapped, tryna high five and sh*t
I don't wanna talk about it 'cause I just do it
You would rather tweet about it, n*gga's just stupid
I be with a bad b*tch, break her heart, Cupid
Done livin' average, the truth is in my music

[Chorus]
Nightmare on Elm Street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
If I got a problem then my brother get to sprayin'
Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
And I'ma boss up on any occasion
Young n*gga poppin' tags, young n*gga got a bag
And he got his own swag, let's go
Young n*gga stay low, got a lot of pesos
And he sellin' out shows, you know
I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
Try to snatch it, take your brain, big smoke, n*gga
You ain't never helped your mans hit a lick for twenty bands
Then put ten up in his hands, you a ho, n*gga
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, that's why you a ho n*gga, yeah
Why you a ho n*gga, yeah
Why you a ho, yeah
All we got, n*gga