Lupe Fiasco

"Ride Wit Me"

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bounce wit me now, bounce
Bounce wit me now, bounce
Bounce wit me now, bounce
Uh
I stay fresher than a motherf*cker, cleaner than a pimp
Big 40 got me walkin' with a limp
With a limp, little n*gga gettin' rich
Started off eatin' noodles, every night steak and shrimp, lord
Little n*gga take a glimpse
Pockets say cheese like a n*gga takin' flicks
Got a thick ho, she can't even take a di*k
Fly n*gga blowin' up, you would think I was a blimp
Or a plane in the sky gettin' brain from a dime
In the back of the jet only thing on my mind
Is the money and the clothes, cars and the hoes
And my little n*gga probably growin' tall gettin' old
Woah
What your life like, sir
Money machines sounding like a typewriter
Probably eat the pus*y but I wouldn't wife her
Off the floor, aventador, I pull off like skrr (like skrr)
Kitty in the engine might purr
Sippin' on the lean so a n*gga might slur
Promethazine make my vision go blur
And these diamonds on my neck and my wrist like burr
So cold, oh no I ain't gotta go go
Cause my prezzy rose gold
And I'm ballin' Pro Bowl
Romo n*ggas quarterbackin' with my old ho
But I ain't trippin, YOLO n*gga

[Hook: T.I.]
n*ggas say they keep a flame but it ain't like that
Try me I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a n*gga tryna take my b*tch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll like [?] with a bit like diddy
Broke n*gga know you ain't rich as my clique
Got sh*t on my clique, n*gga ask your b*tch
I call her right quick, she'll get on my di*k
n*gga get like that, get like that
f*ck ass n*gga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucka ass n*gga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
pus*y ass n*ggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Ya'll sucka n*ggas can't get like that

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah
Ridin' in this audi bout to pull up in something you can't claim
Crown me in the city as king it ain't changed
Ain't no n*gga hotter then me I'm covered in flames
I renovated the chains so haters could look strange
Young n*gga fly on they ass, I got wings
Couple of trained shooters for haters, we got game
Still pull up in the hood get work and dumb change
Then pull up in your city get head and jump planes
Southwest rockstar, guns n roses
Bunch of heavy metal take a bullet to load this
Been a stiff n*gga bet yo ass can't fold this
n*ggas on di*k tell them n*ggas to hold this
All black coupe you ain't seen how I rolled this
Everything ice n*gga ain't I the coldest
Top laid back b*tch I'm easy to notice
100 grand cash makes it easy to focus
Rich broke n*gga, lord knows I'm hopeless
Straight up out of the gutter with the rest of the roaches
Louis vuitton belt put it right where the toast is
Puttin' bad b*tches on my team like coaches
I ain't hit the block i call plays
Run off in that pus*y then I probably part ways
Hustle gang b*tch, count money all day
At the club [?] ball on em all day

[Hook]
n*ggas say they keep a flame but it ain't like that
Try me I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a n*gga tryna take my b*tch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll like diddy [?]
Broke n*gga know you ain't rich as my clique
Got sh*t on my clique, n*gga ask your b*tch
I call her right quick, she'll get on my di*k
n*gga get like that, get like that
f*ck ass n*gga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucka ass n*gga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
pus*y ass n*ggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Ya'll sucka n*ggas can't get like that

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Hundred in my pocket and my partner stayin trippin'
With a bunch of Cali n*ggas in the neighborhood crippin'
A n*gga want to talk, send a n*gga on a mission
Hit a n*gga with a chopper make a n*gga come up missing
Play no game n*gga know my real
Save me the trouble n*gga check yourself
Extendo clip n*gga check my belt
All we do is get money in the game I rep
Hustle gang over everything n*gga no exceptions
Talking crazy on the phone, I can't hear you no reception
A n*gga try me and it's on, have mercy god bless him
I'm the mothaf*cking king why i care about a pesant
I'm chasing the profession all I'm getting is the money
Lame ass n*ggas can't get sh*t from me
I got a group of young n*ggas go and hit licks for me
As for haters, f*ck em mane, never did sh*t for me
75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck
Kill a n*gga get a life sentence, done it for respect
Black rolls at the red another one in front of that
With a group of bad b*tches say they want it from the back
A n*gga try to do respect I ain't playin' none of that
Shawty hit em with the Tech lay the n*gga on his back
[?] pull a 9 on a n*gga [?]
n*gga don't want this n*gga check that

[Hook]
n*ggas say they keep a flame but it ain't like that
Try me I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a n*gga tryna take my b*tch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll like [?]
Broke n*gga know you ain't rich as my clique
Got sh*t on my clique, n*gga ask your b*tch
I call her right quick, she'll get on my di*k
n*gga get like that, get like that
f*ck ass n*gga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucka ass n*gga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
pus*y ass n*ggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Ya'll sucka n*ggas can't get like that

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