Gone Ride With Me Lyrics

Walk up in the bank, it's a stick up

30 on my side and you know they bitch gon

ride with me

Tipsy off this Henny and elixir

Hit I-55, who gon' pick up that supply with me

When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me

Posted in the club, we don't flick up

If it's goin' down, then how many gon' ride with me

Pourin' up the drank like a barista

For me to get loose in the club, a nigga gotta

get dazed

Try me, he gon' lose his favorite hitter

A nigga try to test my pimpin' I'm whippin' out my blade

Who you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff

For you to even come around here, a nigga gotta be brave

A boss, man, I feel like the commissioner

For you to even touch ten bands, a nigga gotta get slaved

I'm bout to go

Tell my lawyer I ain't in the States, I'm on a boat

Matter of fact, I got another play in Monaco, Matter of fact, I'm jumpin' off this bitch, Geronimo

I don't wanna be saved

No, I do not play don't get it mixed up

Always look a man in the eyes, I'm takin off my shades

It must be the money if I pick up

For me to even come outside, a nigga gotta get paid

Walk up in the bank, it's a stick up

30 on my side and you know they bitch gon

ride with me

Tipsy off this Henny and elixir

Hit I-55, who gon' pick up that supply with me

When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me

Posted in the club, we don't flick up

If it's goin' down, then how many gon' ride with me

There once was a robber who was out of his blues

He met Tony Spilotra, robbed him out of his shoes

The robber went outside, I guess he thought it was cool

Tony came with the Mac, then knocked him

out of his shoes

I'm gettin' to the money, it's a kick to me

I ask him where the money at, and it's a mystery

Yo shorty like the way I talk, she blow the kiss for me

The police hit, I get the guap and can't do shit to me

I'm on the perk, now tell me what the fuck do you think won't occur

Cause you gon' see like 20 bitches sleepin' on the curb

You tryna talk about the money while I'm monitored

Bitch, get the fuck up out my face, you gettin' on my nerves

Feel like I done ran out on my damn luck

Police pullin' up at the corner, they bout to come my way

Police up on me, hope I don't get bammed up

If I'm goin' out like Tony, I'm bout to light my J

Walk up in the bank, it's a stick up

30 on my side and you know they bitch gon ride with me

Tipsy off this Henny and elixir

Hit I-55, who gon' pick up that supply with me

When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me

Posted in the club, we don't flick up

If it's goin' down, then how many gon' ride with me