Casino Punchline - Ridin' Slow

Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday
Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday
Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday
Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday
Gotta couple niggas
Might creep through
Well known nigga
So tryna stand out
Be a known nigga
Showing off
But for what cause?
B think its sweet
Til ya honey
Get yo ass swarmed
Buzzing
Musta been the cups
Better slow it down
Like the whip in the hook
Always been about my money
And since a youngin
Might of wanted
But I ain't need no books
Everyday I gotta get it
Hard grind to the finish
On my grind every minute
Game on
Time ticking
Got my prize in my vision
So I'm heavy moving
Never slipping
Never slipping
Gotta get it
Boy I tell ya
Ima get it
Watch me
Ball hard of the pivot
Everyday give em the business
Pay attention to nothin
But the digits
Doe stacked
Network
Full of them bad bytchs
So you can picture
How it goes down
Spitting dope
Clientele grow
Hot folks
Keep them pros round
I flead the scene
When them fokes
Cause them hotboys
Never gettin froze down
Ever caught in a lic
Then the feet in the turf
Nothing new
I'ma fien for the work
If it's beef
Then they salty
I thirst every season
I'm grounded
My feet in the dirt
I'ma bout my money
I'm about my paper baby
I keep on grinding
And since I'm shinning
It seems they hating lately
Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday
Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday
Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday
Riding slow
Counting fast
Getting money everyday

Written by:
Shawn Wiggins

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