Ridin' Around (feat. Nipsey Hussle & RJ)

Never gon' love no broke ass bitch, woah

(Mustard on that beat hoe)

Ridin' 'round, outta bounds, .40 cal, thirty rounds

You make it from nothin'

Such a wonderful fellow

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'

Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'

They see that we winnin'

Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'

They see that we winnin'

Came to get money, pat on my back 'cause I did it

I pull up in foreign, blowin' smoke through the ceilin'

You make it from nothin'

Such a wonderful feeling

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'

My car goes fast, my pockets is fat

I take yo bitch and we gon' shop in the Saks

I'm a popular Mac, never stoppin' in bracks

Flipped alotta of them racks, while I fuck with this rap

**** hustlin' back

So they stuck in the set

Playin' Russian Roulette

Me, I'm puffin' the best

I'm a fuckin' exec

Money, power, respect

All my weapons is fresh

On the West, I'm a rep

I'm the fuckin' connect

I could cut you a check

I could put you in the game

Let you hustle the rest

Got a lust for success

You know it come with the stress

So we party every night, what the fuck you expect

Ridin' 'round, outta bounds, .40 cal, thirty rounds

You make it from nothin'

Such a wonderful fellow

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'

Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'

They see that we winnin'

Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'

They see that we winnin'

Never gon' love no broke ass bitch

Never one broke bitch gon' change me

Mr. Right back packin', she brazy

Whip ghost like I'm bringin' back slavery

Mr. L.A., I just caught a litter

Dug it out the mud like a forklift

I'm with some ballin' ass bloods, cold crips

Don't get drugged out the club like a coke bitch

I turned LA to Antarctica, (Whoa)

The **** switched on me like an audible, (Whoa)

Dodgin' a fade, it ain't affordable, (Ooh)

My pull up game came with a yardwork, (Woah)

Extendo for certain

Forties with the thirties like it's Harlem from Vermon

'Cause **** up in L.A. barbies

Rappers want me to diss 'em, help 'em sell they merch

Ridin' 'round, outta bounds, .40 cal, thirty rounds, (Say what)

You make it from nothin'

Such a wonderful fellow

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'

Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'

They see that we winnin'

Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'

They see that we winnin'

So I gave this girl a compliment the other day

You know, one of those, you're beautiful

And she gon' say thank you, and walk away

I said bitch, hold on a second

Let me talk to you

I don't know who be complimentin' you

But a thank you ain't enough for me

'Cause I don't be just givin' out compliments

On the street to strangers like that

So I'ma need you to yrrrt, rewind that

And add, uh, I appreciate that

Proceeded by a compliment directed towards me

Bitch, 'cause I look good too, motherfucker

I deserve a compliment or two

Fuck you talkin' 'bout with a just, "thank you"

How you just gon' give me a thank you?

Like I, like like like, like like

Like this is just like, like, like, like

Like a, like a, like a, like, like a

Like, like, what the what?

A thank you and that's it?

Come on girl, you got me fucked up

You done got me all the way fucked up