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[Chorus: Syd]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

[Verse 1: Syd]
You could be the one, you could be my favorite
We could be in love if we keep datin’
Baby, I could beat it up, I can catch the fade with it
Take the mask off, I can put my face in it
You ain’t gotta trip, we can vacation
Take you all around the world and give you paper planes
If I only hit it once, it would be a shame, wouldn’t it?
Tell me what you want, I’m tired of the baitin’

[Pre-Chorus: Syd]
I can do you wrong if you want, babe
Would it keep me on your mind long enough, babe?
Should I be nice, should I be rude?
Do I text twice? Do I play cool?
I can do you wrong if you want, babe

[Chorus: Syd & Leven Kali]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

[Verse 2: Leven Kali]
Oh you can be the one, you can be the only
If you wanna be my girl or just the homie
I can give you love, I can play it cool for you
I can pick you up or send a pool for you
If I use my tongue, baby would you like that?
If you wanna bite, baby girl, I bite back
I can show you somethin’, this could be a lesson
So tell me what you want, I’m tired of the guessin’, babe

[Pre-Chorus: Leven Kali]
I can do you wrong if you want, babe
Would it keep me on your mind long enough, baby?
Should I be nice, should I be rude?
Do I text twice? Do I play cool?
I can do you wrong if you want, babe

[Chorus: Leven Kali & Syd]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

[Bridge: Leven Kali & Syd]
Oh, I really want you, girl
Oh, what I want, yeah
I can’t read your mind, I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, I, I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, I, I can’t read your mind
Baby won’t you let me ride?

[Outro: Leven Kali]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Cause my b*tch no plantiff

Cleo, what you thinkin?

Let me count up, placement
Freddy versus Jason
Smoking backwoods
Ain’t no swishers baby
Smoking all these woods
At the fireplace
Stuffing all these woods
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place

She don’t wanna leave (hey)
I’m like Gandhi, gotta peace
She’s a bully, hey, she just want to tease
Niggas bully hey, funny, Steve Harvey
I got lots of money now, so people gone change me
I got lots of money now, I don’t keep no change on me
I got lots of money now, this money look strange to me
I got lots of money now, I think it invaded me

Cleo, what you thinkin?
Let me count up, placement
Freddy versus Jason
Smoking backwoods
Ain’t no swishers baby
Smoking all these woods
At the fireplace
Stuffing all these woods
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place

[Intro]
That’s right
Go DJ Helfner Checkin in
We gone do this one time for the real niggas mayne
We done with all that fuck shit dog
Hahaha
Lets go

[Hook]
Yall don’t get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get they girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

[Verse 1]
Listen
1996 when I started this shit and I’m still here
Started off with nothing and turned it into something a lot hundred dolla bills here
Very few rich niggas whole lotta bitch niggas that’s just how it is here
Not just from this city I run this city look at everything I did here
January 19 Josepgh Wayne Mcvey day a real nigga holiday
Where real niggas show love the real niggas get all the unreal niggas out the way
Look if you a hater and you always hating man fuck you and that’s all I gotta say
And if you see me with a bad bitch I didn’t have to spend shit I be damn if Ima pay
One time for my people trying to find a better way
Trying to put food on the table running from the popo everyday
Chasing opportunity like bitch you ain’t gone get away
Either you gone get better or you gone get gone I ain’t hearing that shit today

[Hook]
Yall go get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

[Verse 2]
Thanksgiving we gone pass out turkeys
And for Christmas we pass out gifts
If somebody try to play with my money call my hitman let em pass out hits
And we always serios even if you tell a funny joke we don’t laugh bout shit
Let me find out you been raping our women when we see you you gone get your ass stumped out quick
We ain’t smokin on none of that reggie baby we smoking loud
Soon as I inhale I’m already fucked up as soon as I blow it out
I got everything I need at the house already so Im not going out
Stripper poles and strippers a bartender at the bar
And my war room ready I’m ready to go to war
Try to run up you gona get in the head
No mannequin challenge you really dead
Real street nigga, but a real CEO too I’m in the black I ain’t never in the red
I’m always working always on my feet if I ain’t getting head I ain’t in the bed
Looking at you lazy ass niggas like shaking my head you ain’t even gotta wonder what I said

[Hook]
Yall go get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Pull up I get it go to get my money movin’ slow
Had to cut em off, some niggas had to go
I went back and dough, a nigga had to grow
Before the status quo, I’m not your average Joe
Dranked up, dripped out, stack doughs, fuck hoes
Bitch bounce, hoes give me discount
Gucci down, pimped out, work hard, get clout

[Verse 2: Price]:
16 got kicked out, flippin’ dimes and nicks now
I remember when they shot up Anthony at Nick house, whole family tripped out
It’s like Drake and Alicia Keys whenever Price pull his wrist out, fireworks trip down
She fucked the worth at the work and I tell her to strip down, call her Lyft now
Killing 2 hoes who get too close, please don’t be callin’ me bro
I’m movin’ legit gettin’ dough, no you not hittin’ my smoke
I just get lifted after shows, don’t gotta hit licks no more
But won’t let you take nothin’ from me, don’t let your ass owe me some money

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 3: Demrick]
Matte black range rover tinted out, racks hidden in the house
Bad bitch, turn her round, bend her down, baby yeah work it out
Young wild and reckless, diamond Henny bottle necklace
No lames in my section, smoke or not ain’t a question, yeah

[Verse 4: Dizzy Wright]
Switch back, hit this, I told lil mama stop flexin’
Chit chat, fuck that, I told her bring that ass in my direction
I gotta get my point across, is you with it or you not?
Wordsmith, twist up, I pull up and get it n go, I gotta get it now
What it mean I’m boutta be the boss
Be about your business, never let them play you out
Hit the city, hit the stage, shirt tucked in, black Bruce Lee style
And I’m blowin’ clouds, tellin’ Price like, they don’t know the tribulations and trials
They don’t know the situation, they don’t know what we go thru when ain’t nobody else ’round

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 6: Emilio Rojas]
I’m sittin’ in the middle of the city with the cash
I’ma hit a hundred fifty on the dash
All the women that are with me and they bad
When I get ’em in the pad then I hit it they gonna splash
I did it to be livin’ in a tenement so when we get the money we just set it in the stash
Yeah, we get it and we never gonna be settlin’ for less
If you meddle, then you know we gonna clash
Shorty worried about a fat transfer, I’m just worried about a bank transfer
No ID call my phone but that’s the type of call that I can’t answer
Runnin’ ’round I’m in uptown, I’m with a bunch of kings that speak bad Spanish
Comin’ around to my block and you got no pass, nigga taxed after like

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Intro: Quavo]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah
(Buddha Bless this beat)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pockets lettuce, uh
Bitch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (drip!)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my niggas, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student, failin’
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
My niggas the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice, ice)
Swerve the lane, call the group "the gang" (gang, gang)
Whip that thing, then she give me brain (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the toolies out (try and do it)
Niggas don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they coochies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that dope until we go (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich niggas straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJs than Pablo
Wrist like water go to Cabo
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, nigga, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this shit ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
Niggas grouped out for a shout
Marvin the Martian (Martian), I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Precede with caution (caution), skeleton AP is frosted (skeleton)
I sit back and read the offense (read), my ho is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel), stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, thotty wanna fuck the same sex, yeah
Diamond mill’ mill’, yeah, I’ma keep the bitch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)