Rider lyrics

by

Yowda


[Intro]
KING YOWDA!
YOWDA!

[Verse]
I get money in my sleep pus*y
All I know is money and that sweet pus*y
A million dollar, what? b*tch shut the f*ck up
You ain't had a key up in your Con'
You got some cheap pus*y
Workin' at Chanel, man my b*tch on
It ain't about no cash then my b*tch gone
n*gga mad at me, but they both wrong
Why you call my b*tch?
Why answering the b*tch phone?
f*ck Louis, Gucci and some f*cking Prada
I got seven bricks [?]
Shawty tee, I'm talking 'bout them gat n*ggas
f*ck buying clothes, we try'na stack this paper n*gga
6 mile run, now we tella hassey
Tell them boys in Jacksonville want some work then come get at me
Universal try'na get me half a tick
But sold illegal when he pulled up with them 40 bricks
Trappin' on my mom, watchu thinkin' 'bout?
I pulled a dollar on these one if you bring 'em out
Front 'em to me and you get same day action
I'm try'na feed and get fed, I ain't really taxin'
All the homies they can come get them thangs that cost
If not I put a stack on 'em, get 'em or get lost
Them n*ggas hating on me, they call them people on me
I send them hittas in, I put the reaper on 'em
My b*tch bad, a sucker prolly get her pregnant
I got her runnin' dope and cash out from Texas
Before me she was with a low life
Now you can't tell her sh*t 'bout this blow life
A hundred grand out the traphouse, pushin' chronic
Pull up, you get served somethin' like a sonic
Then I graduated to them out of state plays
Send it out to turn around, it's like [?]
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