Ridin High Lyrics

500 hundred pounds later

We got ten exotic flavors

I was trappin' off a pager

I got a ho from Venezuela

She know people in Jamaica

They could help me, get my cake up

I told baby, game is game, yeah

I Always been a player

We just slut them out

No, they can't shut us down

You can't swim we wet you up

And then we watch you drown

You got a hundred rounds

We got three hundred rounds

You wanna go to war

Bitch, we can burn it down

I'm a ghost ridin', freestylin

Money pilin', never hidin

Ten bands up, dawg

And I'm still striving

Money always callin', dawg

We forever got it

All these Bitches be super raw

But I can't occupy em, I'm ridin high

Off the wock, I'ma sip

Honey bun on my hip

I'm tryna sell another zip

Yeah, them boys ain't got no motion

I can tell they gettin' stiff

Started from the bottom

So I ain't never gonna quit

Greenfield rankin county

And you know they stand on it

And for them people that been cappin

We gon' put them bands on you

I'm a eagle for that money

So you know I land on it

Tweakin' with the drop

You gon' have a dead homie, yeah im ridin high

And I don't play about that money

Being broke ain't nothing funny

Watch the trap, I get a jumpin

Wrappin' packs like a mummy

Mississippi where they love me

If you got a problem

I want you to come confront me

Got my heart broke, I was feinin

I was searchin' for a reason

Ain't no woman that can please me

I need money, that's the meaning

I got money that needs cleanin

I see hoes and leave them dreamin

I'ma turn up in my city

I don't give a fuck about no envy

A lot of motion, make them vomit

They can't stop me, so they runnin

I was servin' to the junkies

Yeah, my cup is full of dirty

Yeah, we never show no mercy

I'ma ball without the jersey

I might go and sell some perkys

I don't give a fuck, I'm celibate

Gas be the element

These hoes be irrelevant

Promise I'm intelligent

Fresher than a mannequin

Bitch, I'm off the medicine

Demi Lovato, a spoon and some heroine

Yeah I'm ridin' high, too high to come down

I was swimmin' through the clouds

I was surfin' through the crowds

Tryin' to serve another pound

To the people underground

When I needed you the most

You was nowhere to be found

Five hundred pounds later

We got ten exotic flavors

I was trapping off a pager

I got a hoe from Venezuela

She know people in Jamaica

They can help me, get my cake up

I told baby game is game

Yeah, I always been a player