Stitches - Ridin' Through My City/Rollin' lyrics

[Part 1: Ridin' Through My City] [Hook] Ridin' through my city, everybody know my name n***as gettin' jealous cause their girl screamin' my name I got money up in the air, I got money up on the floor n***as talkin' all of that sh** cause they know Lil Phill gon' blow I be ridin' through my city, everybody know my name n***as gettin' jealous cause their girl screamin' my name I got money up in the air, I got money up on the floor n***as talkin' all of that sh** cause they know Lil Phill gon' blow [Verse 1] "Lil Phill", that be my name, in the club, I make it rain All these girls, they go insane, I'm sippin' on that champagne I don't need nobody else, I do this sh** all on my own I got your girl, I took her home, she goin' down, she give me dome I switch it up, she ridin' me, I bet her boyfriend mad at me You ain't gotta trip, baby, cause I know that you glad to be Chillin' here with Lil Phill, I hype you up like you on the pill And baby girl, this sh** for real, and baby girl, you know the drill I take you out, we go to the mall, show these n***as how we gon' ball Everyday I say, "f** the law", I rape the beat like Bill [?] I s** a p**y without a straw, got confidence that I'm [?] tall These hatin' n***as, they 'bout to fall, these hatin' n***as, they 'bout to fall [Hook] Ridin' through my city, everybody know my name n***as gettin' jealous cause their girl screamin' my name I got money up in the air, I got money up on the floor n***as talkin' all of that sh** cause they know Lil Phill gon' blow I be ridin' through my city, everybody know my name n***as gettin' jealous cause their girl screamin' my name I got money up in the air, I got money up on the floor n***as talkin' all of that sh** cause they know Lil Phill gon' blow [Verse 2] Everyday I'm hustlin', I gotta stay up on my grind These hatin' n***as can wait in line cause it is my time to shine Makin' money everyday, it will blow your mind away I got my gun, I got my bullets, so you know how [?] away Put a n***a down on the ground, pitchin' bullets all on the mouth He thinkin' that you run the streets and you gon' be under the ground That means that you gonna die, say your prayers then say, "Bye-bye" Say your prayers then say, "Bye-bye", Lil Phill, that n***a fly [Hook] Ridin' through my city, everybody know my name n***as gettin' jealous cause their girl screamin' my name I got money up in the air, I got money up on the floor n***as talkin' all of that sh** cause they know Lil Phill gon' blow I be ridin' through my city, everybody know my name n***as gettin' jealous cause their girl screamin' my name I got money up in the air, I got money up on the floor n***as talkin' all of that sh** cause they know Lil Phill gon' blow [Part 2: Rollin'] [Intro] Ha, and I go by the name Lil Phill... Ha, and I go by the name Lil Phill, n***a Ha, and I go by the name Lil Phill, n***a Real boy, n***a, shout-out to my n***a M. Deniro, n***a We out here makin' money, n***a, stacks on stacks, n***a Yeah [Verse] Yo, I-I win the game like a n***a playin' poker If she on Facebook, n***a, I poke her Heard you talkin' sh** but to me you was a doker Heard you rent the p**y cause Lil Phill be the owner Money on my mind, I can take it all Your girl on me, now them clothes comin' off Met her in the day, f**ed her in the night I left up in the mornin' and I told her, "Keep it tight" Real-real boy, baby, never tell a lie Tatts on me, so the girls think I'm fly Rollin' to the club in the G35 And these n***as gettin' mad cause their b**hes wavin' high Real a** n***a, it's never gon' change You claim to have the money but you be throwin' the change Walk up in the club, you know I make it rain These n***as say I'm crazy, man, they see I'm insane Bottle after bottle, probably f** a model Spendin' all this money, lookin' like I won the lotto A lot of people hate me, they will never face me This sh** you talk on YouTube will never [?] Got the game on lock, you might need a locksmith Knock a n***a down but I ain't talkin' boxin' Can't be in jail cause I hate to be boxed in I gotta make it to the top, the clock keep tickin' I cut a n***a up, I ain't talkin' razor Put me on the mic and I add a little flavor n***as wanna sign me, put me on the label The doctor said I'm crazy and my brain is not stable [?], n***as see me on the cable Your girl the pancake, I can be the maple Put her on the bed, she call me, "Papi chulo" Hit it in the a**, I been talkin' 'bout the culo, n***a [Outro] Ha, so f** y'all n***as, man Heh, Lil Phill, n***a M. Deniro my n***a, man We makin' this sh** out here, n***a Yeah, y'all n***as can hate as much you want, n***a But I'm still gon' make it, boy f** you!