Yung Bans, YBN Nahmir and Landon Cube - Ridin'

(Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy)

Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money

Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy
Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak up, no, hmm, ayy
I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy
I just turn my speakers up, huh
I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy
And I'm still poppin' these Percs, lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh
I might fuck that lil' hoe if she freakin' though, ayy
Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy

Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money (yeah, ayy, ayy)

Now I come for that money, I got that green, yeah
I'm gunning for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah
I run out with ya honey, she out of me, yeah
She wanna stay the week, I make her leave now, ayy
Get high, yeah, on the west side, yeah
On my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here
I put some money off to the side, yeah
Take a ride with me, yeah

Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (ayy)
If it ain't 'bout the money (ayy, gang)

(Grra!) One day they caught me loafin'
After droppin' off my bitch (droppin' off my bitch)
They sent a couple shots
But I'm just glad that nigga missed (on the gang, nigga)
Ducked down and started clapping
Tried to flip that hoe, whip (grra, pow, pow, pow)
But I would rather take a life
Before my my mama see me stiff (ayy, that's on my mama)
So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' (ayy, grra, pow, pow, pow)
Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin'
(Ayy, I'm just glad that nigga livin')
Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin'
(When that nigga end up missin')
I was coolin' out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it
(Workin', bitch, I was gettin' it, huh)

Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money

Written by:
Ari Starace, Landon Cube, Nick Simmons, Vas Coleman

Publisher:
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