Ryda

[Chorus: 3LY] She said she a ryda (Ouh) Gucci, Saint Laurent, I can give her what she want I can give her what she wanna (Hmm) Got me running to these racks Flipping all these packs Got me Copping new designer (New designer, yeah) I got all these niggas mad 'Cause I hopped all In my bag I don′t got no time girl (Got no time girl) Always say I'm not enough Are you keeping it a buck? Tell me what you want girl [Verse 1: Shoneyin] She wanna pop a molly She got like two in her body The more that she know it The money keeps growing She want to ride like a trolly Backstage, you don′t know shit You on back page with a old bitch Riding around like I'm so rich They pull us over, we don't know shit My bitch, I know she gonna ride We like Bonnie and Clyde Knew they gonna hate like since '05 We gon pull out .45′s And I know she stays by my side She don′t pick both sides (Sides) We gon' hit those guys (Guys) Never less just side (Side) Never gonna lose that bae (Bae) Flooding that new Patek (Patek) Flooding that shit, she wet (Wet) Play you gonna see that TEC She all on that pose, she selling her reign on me Fell in love with that VVS when it came one me [Chorus: 3LY] She said she a ryda (Ouh) Gucci, Saint Laurent, I can give her what she want I can give her what she wanna (Hmm) Got me running to these racks Flipping all these packs Got me Copping new designer (New designer, yeah) I got all these niggas mad 'Cause I hopped all In my bag I don′t got no time girl (Got no time girl) Always say I'm not enough Are you keeping it a buck? Tell me what you want girl [Verse 2: Lil Tjay] Lil Tjay I gotta get to these bands, most of these niggas be fans Look at my 'gram, so many rocks in my hands, the reason these niggas be starin' Baby girl tell me what you want I ain't comin' to talk, is you pullin' up? Bro I'm pourin' codeine in the double cup Growing up I couldn't stay out of trouble stuff I gotta get to the money Nigga you broke on your ass, you a dummy Hop in the whip with your shawty Knew you was here the moment you saw I gotta get to these bands, so many [?] that you won't understand I remember I was whippin' the pan Diamonds on me, you don't know who I am Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitches, they all on my body Fuck it, I just want the mozzy, nah, nah I'm pullin' up in a Masi' Hope we don't spread out like [?], nah, nah Stay with a chop like a [?] I'm finna shoot paparazzi, nah, nah I heard that bitch tryna line me, I told that nigga come find me, nah, nah [Chorus: 3LY] She said she a ryda (Ouh) Gucci, Saint Laurent, I can give her what she want I can give her what she wanna (Hmm) Got me running to these racks Flipping all these packs Got me Copping new designer (New designer, yeah) I got all these niggas mad 'Cause I hopped all In my bag I don′t got no time girl (Got no time girl) Always say I'm not enough Are you keeping it a buck? Tell me what you want girl