YOWDA - Rider lyrics

[Intro] KING YOWDA! YOWDA! [Verse] I get money in my sleep p**y All I know is money and that sweet p**y A million dollar, what? b**h shut the f** up You ain't had a key up in your Con' You got some cheap p**y Workin' at Chanel, man my b**h on It ain't about no cash then my b**h gone n***a mad at me, but they both wrong Why you call my b**h? Why answering the b**h phone? f** Louis, Gucci and some f**ing Prada I got seven bricks [?] Shawty tee, I'm talking 'bout them gat n***as f** buying clothes, we try'na stack this paper n***a 6 mile run, now we tella ha**ey 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***as hating on me, they call them people on me I send them hittas in, I put the reaper on 'em My b**h bad, a s**er 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** '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 [?] K-KING YOWDA