Girl, I gotta dolla and a dream and a note pad,
I got my mind on the money for the forecast
I can make it rain, make em hurry for the cane,
every time you say my name, gets me higher everyday
Stuck in my ways, sit on my shame, playin my game, never ever go away
Joined at the hip, I be bitin my lips, mine for the nite, her blood in my veins.
Do it so good, do it so good, heard you gotta lil reputation in the hood
Niggas not me, they donât know you; you couldn't ever show em how I do it!
(chorus)
Take em to the west, wit the blood & the crippinâ,
take em to the east, where the dope boys kick it
Take em down south where their certified pimpin,
or bring âem to the âDâ and I can show âem how Iâm livinâ.
Do you wanna ride? Do you wanna ride?
Do you wanna ride? Do you wanna ride?
Skin to the core â Iâm a rap till my throat be sore,
do anybody make real shit anymore? Me & my niggas, me & my niggas,
stayed right here when they wouldn't ride with us.
Crack jokes âcause I wanna be a rapper,
same folks payinâ for a show to see a rapper
Now how is they different? How did you get it?
Why did you listen? How am I different?
Everybodyâs a critic when they never even did it.
Tell me how to do my own job and keep livinâ.
Follow my dreams, then I must be crazy.
All this advice, you niggas ain't paid me!
(chorus)
Take em to the west, wit the blood & the crippinâ,
take em to the east, where the dope boys kick it
Take em down south, where their certified pimpin,
or bring âem to the âDâ and I can show âem how Iâm livinâ!
Do you wanna ride? Do you wanna ride?
Do you wanna ride? Do you wanna ride?