Mr.Money - Ridin'

I heard her lil nigga ain’t balling like I am
Walk into Louis I’m turning to Zion
Don’t hit my phone if you niggas not buying
Them niggas gonna crumble from pressure applying
They wanna beef but they too busy typing
My bitch at the mall got unlimited swiping
Got shooters with me heard that boy wanna fight it
Me and your bitch 'bout a hop on a private
Talking is cheap that’s why I’m sitting silent
Only time I succeed is when I’m being violent
We just gonna shoot then fade like Bryant
Your niggas gonna fold stop thinking they riding
I feeling bad when I’m sober
Gelato got odor
Don’t do pulling over
No brakes on his rover
My chain looking polar
My roof looking solar
I ball more than Melo when he in his prime
Won’t talk back to that bitch hoping she get the sign
I’m coming for heads if you taking from mine
I feel that I’m the best no question
They think they real when they typing in mentions
I'm with my army at least fifty henchmen
I was a jit had a Glock in detention
Sorry fake niggas just pardon the drip
Why they thinking they real when they clutching on a sticks
All my opps catching bullets I'm throwing the picks
Made the pack disappear I can show you some tricks
I heard her lil nigga ain’t balling like I am
Walk into Louis I’m turning to Zion
Don’t hit my phone if you niggas not buying
Them niggas gonna crumble from pressure applying
They wanna beef but they too busy typing
My bitch at the mall got unlimited swiping
Got shooters with me heard that boy wanna fight it
Me and your bitch 'bout a hop on a private
Talking is cheap that’s why I’m sitting silent
Only time I succeed is when I’m being violent
We just gonna shoot then fade like Bryant
Your niggas gonna fold stop thinking they riding

Written by:
Brandon Puckett

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