Ride Me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Ménage me, massage me, girl top me at top speed My drop Beam’ is topless, two dimes in my back seat The front seat is Smoke P, they know this is no tint My focus is smoking while fingerin’ the both them First I let her drive me, then I let her ride me I creep up like a car thief and steal her in a heart beat So much jewelry on me you should stand beside me I know that she’s a car freak ‘cause I skeeted on her white tee So much money on me I think they should clone me I may leave her lonely, but I won't leave her ornery First she drive the jet ski, then I drive her crazy Gucci Mane the Glacier shawty softer than my silk sheets [Chorus] First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me Yyyeeeaaahhhh, go, go First I let her drive me, then I let her ride me Yyyeeeaaahhhh First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me Yyyeeeaaahhhh First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me Yyyeeeaaahhhh Girl, get in girl [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Hocus Pocus, touch the button and my ceilin’ open Abracadabra, I touch another and my telescopin’ High as a sparrow boy like Lil Darrel boy he special really Gucci help pedal my bracelet upwards then a quarter million Fifty inch extensions my britches cost me ‘bout a quarter chicken Bentley’s and Bentley’s and BMWs is over 20 Now I'm in tinted's rock tennis chains me and Serena Williams 360 Modena Ferrari top I left it with my dealer Flexing on n****s, flexes with clothes he got from other niggas Droppin’ the trigger on Christmas flexin’ and flossin’ my crystals Black as a ninja, high as suspenders Icey as the limo, Gucci the blizzard lizard and listen this is not a rental [Chorus] First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me Nnneeooww, go, go First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me Gooo, gooo, goo, goo, goooo First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me Yeeeaaahhhh, catch up First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me Gucciii, hheeeehhhh [Verse 3: Gucci Mane (Auto-tuned)] Try this, spider kick, ride dick, she psychic I taped her on my iPhone, sorta like my Side Kick My first bitch, she a bad bitch Perfectly perfect, she so thick Love buying’ her purses and outfits, she’s worth it My bitch like a fire pit, murder and the [?] This Lady Gaga gamble Gucci got a mark six Mama called me Aston Martin only drivin’ Mondays Magic City Mondays, one day you’ll get money Present day is not today, Sunday You ain’t got no money Taxes are soon so got his own mic display Diamond on girl wild, so call me Gucci sensei, sensei Call me Gucci Sensei So many wheels they should call me Gucci Kinte, Kinte So many wheels they should call me Gucci Kinte So many chains they should call me Gucci Kinte But I’m not a slave though [Chorus] First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me Yyyeeeaaahhhh, go, go First I let her drive me, then I let her ride me Yyyeeeaaahhhh First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me Yyyeeeaaahhhh First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me Yyyeeeaaahhhh