Gingerbread Jay & Big Ty Briggs - Thru Ya City Lyrics

Im riding thru ya city
With some 20s onda Rove
Bout to f*ck a bag up
Bad bitch touch ya toes
I done Ran out outta singles
Banada get some mo
Money baby money baby money baby
Im riding thru ya city
With some 20s onda Rove
Bout to f*ck a bag up
Bad bitch touch ya toes
I done Ran out outta singles
Banada get some mo
Money baby money baby money baby
I make it rain in the strip klub
Kashin out wit my rich thugs
Got Dayne wit me
Katch a stain With me
Switchin lanes with me
Inna benz truck
Or the inf coupe
Drippin pimp juice
Bad bitches all on us
Kame up a longggg way
From pitchin work on da korner
Now we gorilla stuntin dat Rose Royce
Draft pick
These hoez choose
Clean swag
Got her klothes moist
When Haters see me dey like oh boy
I done kame up and I'm proud of it
Didnt know me before but now im lit
Dey treated me like a klown and shit
Now I only kome around ta shit
Poppin bottles in my section stunting
She runnin down like my ex or something
Lookin like she off ex or suttin
But I ain't tryna to get next to nothin
Im good Love
Kan You Bad Back
We make it rain
Get the bag back
Need the lightskin one
With the bad rack
So i kan katch another kill
Like mad max
Fantastic baby
Fresh to death
Damn it's tragic baby
Tragic baby
G5 no traffic baby
Traffic baby
Fresh to death
Damn it's tragic baby
Tragic baby
G5 no traffic baby
Im riding thru ya city
With some 20s onda Rove
Bout to f*ck a bag up
Bad bitch touch ya toes
I done Ran out outta singles
Banada get some mo
Money baby money baby Money baby
Im riding thru ya city
With some 20s onda Rove
Bout to f*ck a bag up
Bad bitch touch ya toes
I done Ran out outta singles
Tell Banada get some more
Money baby money baby Money baby
Guarentee we gone get the bag
They obselete & my pockets deep
So finally u gone feel the splash
Different women all kinds of Pimpin
Diamonds blinging all kinds of Drippin
Bloood nigga crip state of mind
Blue faces man all the time
100s & fifties
My niggas are wit me
We run thru the cities
We busy we litty I see that they Iffy
They hating us plenty, we roll Inna bently killin em gently...
Shine thru the summer
Grind thru the winter...
Till God call my number...
Imma be a winner...
It's Big Ty & Gingerbread
Landslide we gettin bread
Double FF we n the building
They love us now we made a Killin
Money is coming we hungry And love it
Big booty bitch all n her Stomach
Da money is coming
We hungry and love it
We conquer da land
Now tell me who run it!
Fantastic baby
Fresh to death
Damn it's tragic baby
Tragic baby
G5 no traffic baby
Traffic baby
Fresh to death
Damn it's tragic baby
Tragic baby
G5 no traffic baby
Im riding thru ya city
With some 20s onda Rove
Bout to f*ck a bag up
Bad bitch touch ya toes
I done Ran out outta singles
Banada get some more
Money baby money baby Money baby
Im riding thru ya city
With some 20s onda Rove
Bout to f*ck a bag up
Bad bitch touch ya toes
I done Ran out outta singles
Tell Banada get some mo
Money baby money baby Money baby