Would You Ride lyrics

[Intro: Shad Da God]
You know what I'm sayin, I need it fast, pronto
Asap
You know I'm talkin bout money, n*gga
Shad Da God
Rich Homie Quan

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan and Shad Da God]
Would you ride for a n*gga for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a n*gga ass, and I'm out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A n*gga on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a n*gga right quick

[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
Pull up on you pus*ys in that SUV
You ain't got a lot, so I can't respect you, G
Got some sh*t that'll flip a n*gga, Zone 6
My brother Tip got an extended clip, that 33
I'm poppin Perks back to back, that sh*t don't f*ck with me
I do some sh*t, got 12 right outside the V
Scared as f*ck, got that n*gga callin me
Straight drop, got my partner ridin next to me
Shauty, I can get anything you want
Yello AP, you ain't lookin at no avrage n*gga
I pull up on you with the 80 with the bigger trigger
Now a motherf*cker can't tell me what they feelin, n*gga
Gucci luggige got me feelin like the Thriller, n*gga
3 quarters of a Xan, I feel like a killer, n*gga
I got some shooters, but I still keep my Ruger, n*gga
That come with extra clips for shootin extra n*ggas
You ain't getting money, I ain't dealin with ya
Black Audomor, look like a villain, n*gga
I got a whip full of straps for the real n*ggas
And my b*tch got the strap by the weal, n*gga
Tryna see a n*gga, tryna creep up on a n*gga
God!
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan and Shad Da God]
Would you ride for a n*gga for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a n*gga ass, and I'm out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A n*gga on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a n*gga right quick

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Pull up on a b*tch n*gga ass like this
Pull up, comin down in some nice kicks
Quan man of the year, clean like this
Ever since she ran out, don't wanna face that b*tch
Lose the money, get it back right quick
Tryed to keep it real, why she act like this?
I don't need no bate, I just catch that fish
Hundred thousand dollar, yeah, I made right quick
If that hoe fine, Imma take that b*tch
Every night I dine, I stake my dish
Ice on my wrist, no cake on that b*tch
When reality hit, you better face that sh*t
Cause I paint her face, just like makeup, yep
And I relieve your pain, just like a daytime trip
I'm not gonna board, if that ship goin sink
I'm not goin home, I'm goin face my fears
I make a little more, I can pay my bills
I eat all my pork, I don't waist no meal
Ducked down, I don't take no deal
Ballen like the NBA, great O'Neal
Never left, came back real quick
Spend a couple thousand on these hoes real quick
Hundred thousand dollars, nother show like this
I just need to know right quick
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan and Shad Da God]
Would you ride for a n*gga for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a n*gga ass, and I'm out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A n*gga on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a n*gga right quick