Really Riley - Ridin' Foreigns

Yeah
(This what getting money sound like)
Really
Ay
Ain't a single day that I ain't getting paid
Her mama looking at me like I'm selling weight
Youngest in my city tryna pave the way
I be pushing more than 80 down the interstate
I ain't never letting up until my people straight
These niggas ain't about no action they ain't getting pape'
Can't be lacking out in traffic gotta keep a ratchet
Needa' stay up out the way this shit been getting active
Niggas turning on they kids man that shit be tragic
Why the crazy bitches always gotta be the baddest
Type to walk around with money like an Emirati
Man this freaky lil bitch been tryna give me sloppy
I'm in her dms and I told her meet me in the lobby
I be switching lanes swerving in a big body
City been quiet till I came around
Solid young nigga from the south you can ask around
Real 305 we don't fuck around
If you sending shots then they spraying 'bout a hunnit rounds
I don't put no thought into the shit
Lay a verse and then I take a hit
Yeah
I know that you prolly mad as shit
Mad because I'm chilling with yo' bitch
Damn
I know the game cold I ain't make the rules
You niggas ain't no trappers you the fucking mules
Chopstick turn him to a vegetable
I want a yellow rollie make it presidential too
I been cooling like a block boy really thuggin
Running up this rap shit to pass it to my cousins
If she buy me guns i'ma turn into her husband
Zero on your chest I ain't talking Andre Drummond
Money been the motive I'm just ghetto rich
Ain't no friends in this game money making mitch
I ain't flicking up in whips if I ain't pay for it
Catch me ridin' foreigns chilling with a pretty bitch

Written by:
Riley De Leon

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