Rich Boy - Ridin' Thru My City lyrics

[Produced By Hit-Boy] [Verse 1 – Rich Boy] This ain’t nothing, I ain’t stunting till I hit the bu*ton Rich [?] when the blue river diamonds flooding Riding by the ocean just for promotion Top back, white laundry [?] doors open Groupies looking froze, should’ve left the freezer closed Her breast and thighs looking hotter than some wings at Burger Joe’s Now take a pose, got the Lambo with the cameras flashing Yellow bird flying [?] with the [?] flapping [Bridge – Rich Boy] Convertible status, 20 carats, no f**ing salad I’m coming back from Cali with white b**h up on the pallet I’m in my city drop topping, and got my trunk knocking I made a profit from nothing, my b**h’s p**y popping [Hook – Rich Boy] I’m riding in my city with the top down While I’m yelling out the window, this is my town 808 bumping down the block, I let it knock down I got your girl riding with me cause I’m hot now You see me riding in my city, I’m riding in my city I’m riding in my city, I’m riding in my city I’m riding in my city with the top down And I got your girl riding with me with her top down First I tell her take off your shirt, then take off your bra Then take off your skirt, now take off your thong I’m a dog and she know it, money I’ll blow it My doors [?] open, now can you see me rolling? [Verse 2 – Game] I’m something like an animal, gorilla slash cannibal Riding with the cannon, I’ll put something in your cantaloupe And this sh** cla**ic, yeah, something like a can of coke [?] came and got me cause he knew I was the antidote If you thought Eminem was dope, meet the man from Interscope That opened up the Phantom door, pull out a chopper and a scope Bullets like the [?], red bandana tote More P’s than Mississippi, even David Banner know I got an Alabama ho, co*k back the hammer slow She just left Compton, now she sliding down Atlanta poles Met a chick from the Lou’, that’s my country grammar ho Sing like Nelly and she blow like Barry Manilow Riding through my city wearing more red than Santa Claus My life a movie, I am legend, red drop and a dog Trunk vibrating like a playstation an*log Flying through Compton like Serena William’s tennis balls [Hook] [Verse 3 – Rich Boy] I’m in my transportation, roller skating Swanging and navigating Twenty foot ceilings in my crib, [?] draping Two b**hes in my bed, get the camera cause we taping Too many women, I don’t f**ing see this money I’m making Baking soda by the [?] I’m cooking, mix and whip it [?] like syrup dripping, call Willie [?] flipping Pimping, I ain’t tripping bout you b**h, run your mouth Cause you gon see me with your friend and my top off [Bridge + Hook]