Ride (feat. Curren$y & MED) Video (MV)
Performed By: NappyHIGH
Featuring: MED, Curren$y
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Antwan Patton, Byron O. Thomas, Shante Franklin, Michael Santigo Render
NappyHIGH - Ride (feat. Curren$y & MED) Lyrics
Yeah
Chhhh
On the way to another mill, all year
Gettin' money, all year
Big racks right here
Sittin' on it like a recliner chair
Eastside, just like airtime
Low riders parked outside
No baby girl walk around
Yeah, I'm a bring the race, smokin' on my 50th L
Kim Don, leavin' Kim trails
I been on my John Rain Pills
You know the profit niggas cop it for the resale
Music got it's pockets so lump
I hold value when the volume's turned up
Last summer half the colors topped cup
Damn near shed a tear when it got shot up
Probably wouldn't be here
If tiny dude didn't pull a B real
On smoke, break a dope rollin' blunts yo
Hit the coast, Henny coke, Genny best throw
Many folks but they ain't close
Yeah, through the pain, champagne, totes, campaign
Let's never let them pass like the fast lane
On my way, half a mill made
Cll year, gettin' money, all year
Big racks right here
Sittin' on it like a recliner chair
Eastside, just like airtime
No riders parked outside
No baby girl wanna ride
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English
Yeah
Chhhh
On the way to another mill, all year
Gettin' money, all year
Big racks right here
Sittin' on it like a recliner chair
Eastside, just like airtime
Low riders parked outside
No baby girl walk around
Yeah, I'm a bring the race, smokin' on my 50th L
Kim Don, leavin' Kim trails
I been on my John Rain Pills
You know the profit niggas cop it for the resale
Music got it's pockets so lump
I hold value when the volume's turned up
Last summer half the colors topped cup
Damn near shed a tear when it got shot up
Probably wouldn't be here
If tiny dude didn't pull a B real
On smoke, break a dope rollin' blunts yo
Hit the coast, Henny coke, Genny best throw
Many folks but they ain't close
Yeah, through the pain, champagne, totes, campaign
Let's never let them pass like the fast lane
On my way, half a mill made
Cll year, gettin' money, all year
Big racks right here
Sittin' on it like a recliner chair
Eastside, just like airtime
No riders parked outside
No baby girl wanna ride
Chhhh
On the way to another mill, all year
Gettin' money, all year
Big racks right here
Sittin' on it like a recliner chair
Eastside, just like airtime
Low riders parked outside
No baby girl walk around
Yeah, I'm a bring the race, smokin' on my 50th L
Kim Don, leavin' Kim trails
I been on my John Rain Pills
You know the profit niggas cop it for the resale
Music got it's pockets so lump
I hold value when the volume's turned up
Last summer half the colors topped cup
Damn near shed a tear when it got shot up
Probably wouldn't be here
If tiny dude didn't pull a B real
On smoke, break a dope rollin' blunts yo
Hit the coast, Henny coke, Genny best throw
Many folks but they ain't close
Yeah, through the pain, champagne, totes, campaign
Let's never let them pass like the fast lane
On my way, half a mill made
Cll year, gettin' money, all year
Big racks right here
Sittin' on it like a recliner chair
Eastside, just like airtime
No riders parked outside
No baby girl wanna ride
Writer: Antwan Patton, Byron O. Thomas, Shante Franklin, Michael Santigo Render
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.