Ryda - Questions lyrics
[Verse 1: Ryda] Rolling with this sh** I'm on a wave Count it up and stash it in a safe I just been gone a couple days But I just been k**ing all them fake n***as riding with the real ones Pull up to the spot like I'm motherf**ing DJango Flow so sick when you get it n***a you gon' catch a cold Said I couldn't do it but I did it on my own Oh my, oh no You got it wrong n***a Rapping is my sh** so you can't faze a n***a Keep yourself in check n***a stay in your lane Don't be asking all them questions b**h I run the game b**h I run the game Sole's worn out? n***a I got the fix n***as know better than to take on a king Young n***a shining take cover lil' b**h I be throwing shades Like I'm throwing sungla**es Schooling all these n***as Like “get to your cla**es” I grind on a daily b**h I'm a Legend Don't get your feelings involved, I'm allergic I know we f** around The sh** is like magic I can't kick it with ya Girl, I am so sorry Those are some regular lines for this n***a But I just might have hit it Money over b**hes They know that already n***as getting jelly I should get some bread Chillin' in the Venza at a hundred and twenty They throwing them questions The answer's expensive They cannot afford it Like Bruh… [Chorus: Ryda] Y'all should really know I did it with no help Ain't no doubt about this sh** I'm the best n***as shoulda known I cannot be tamed Now they wanna know what it really takes Don't be asking all them questions Don't be asking all them questions Don't be asking all them questions Mind your muhf**ing business Don't be asking all them questions Don't be asking all them questions Don't be asking all them questions I ain't giving you no answers What's your muhf**ing problem? [Verse 2: Rilwan] God on the mic You n***as should stop asking questions Cause you n***as ain't got the answers Drop a single like I'm Fetty Stop joking ‘cause I meant it Aye, yeah Y'all n***as should stop the posting It's too tight claustrophobic Jump down aerobics She say she bad call the police Real n***as be there for me Drop the girls ‘cause they forming Bring it back ‘cause I lost it Man real n***as be there for me Drop the beat ‘cause I love the fans Bring it back ‘cause I need a stand DJ need a fan base Now I need to work for my last pay Then next on to my fan page Now I'm going f** the last stage Man you n***as should start growing up Still excited ‘cause I'm going up Everybody wants a f**ing song Yeah Ryda what's going on? Got a song ‘‘cause I'm f**ing faded Now I'm back ‘cause a n***a waited [Chorus: Ryda] Y'all should really know I did it with no help Ain't no doubt about this sh** I'm the best n***as shoulda known I cannot be tamed Now they wanna know what it really takes Don't be asking all them questions Don't be asking all them questions Don't be asking all them questions Mind your muhf**ing business I ain't giving you no answers Don't be asking all them questions Don't be asking all them questions What's your muhf**ing problem? Problem