(Intro)
I love my ni**a next to me
I got a rider who would die for me
I f**k back and forth
Why I said
(Verse – Lil Baby)
I do this for Maze in the motherf**king trenches
I go get it, I go get it
My ni**as gon and get it
I got some ni**as coming with me to the top and I’mma take em
And I know them ni**as hating, but I’m waiting, I got patience
(Chorus – Lil Baby]
I got bi**hes rolling down on a ni**a
I go ride on a ni**a
I go ride all them ni**as
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them ni**as
I go ride all them ni**as
I go ride all them ni**as on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got f**ked
Couple homies they got shot
I don’t count it for
(Verse 2 – Lil Baby)
I want that money and I ain’t first
And I ain’t lost and I gon get it and get it
F**k I leave it all
Bi**hes won’t f**k my neck just they probably won’t f**k my pocket
That’s why all you ni**as watching, come try me, the option is only you ni**a
Cannot get no money, f**k withtrue ni**as
I’m so stiff on y’all hoes
And I get money on them hoes, racks racks
All these ni**as bi**hes and I know it for sure
I got different whipses, I got cars galore
I got different b**hes, I got women galore
All I know is money and I need me some more
You know I ain’t just talking, they know
And I just popped that motherf**ker, I show s**t
I’m already Hood Rich, and I kinda go legit
I need another way I’m tryna wrap up all this s**t
(Chorus)
I got bi**hes rolling down on a ni**a
I go ride on a ni**a
I go ride all them ni**as
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them ni**as
I go ride all them ni**as
I go ride all them ni**as on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got f**ked
Couple homies they got shot
I don’t count it for
(Verse 3 – Young Thug)
Never had a job and never plan on getting one
I came here rowdy bi**hes know it’s one on one
Change from the Pentagon…on her tongue
500 cash with me that’s why I got this bag on
Rags to riches now I…out the dome
My bi**hes skinny dipping they all got thongs on
You ain’t tryna get rich you need to gone gone gone
I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul
Tryna be rich ni**as hating on all y’all
Stayed down in this law, we get paid off
Big homie taught me if it’s a plug don’t run off
Man I’m tacking cheese like a Phillipean
And we smoking weed, drinking codeine, drank it drank it
I got some M’s I could buy Hardees, I could buy Hardees
Turn nothing to a club lets have a party, lets have a party
We got options you can drink Act, red or green
All this…I drink
Got me tearing up the f**king street
(Chorus – Lil Baby)
I got bi**hes rolling down on a ni**a
I go ride on a ni**a
I go ride all them ni**as
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them ni**as
I go ride all them ni**as
I go ride all them ni**as on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got f**ked
Couple homies they got shot
I don’t count it for