Ridin' Around

[Intro: RJmrLA] Never gonna love no broke ass bitch, woah Mustard on the beat, ho! [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & RJmrLA] Ridin 'round, out of bounds 40 cal, 30 rounds You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Look, came to get money, pat on my back cause I did it I pull up in foreign blowing smoke through the ceiling You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing My cars go fast, my pockets is fat I take your bitch and we go shopping at Sachs I'm a popular mack, never stop for them rats Flipped a lot of them racks while I fuck with this rap Nigga hustling back so they stuck in the set Playing Russian Roulette, me I'm puffing the best I'm a fucking exec', money, power, respect All my weapons is fresh, on the West I'm a rep I'm the fucking connect, I could cut you a check I could put you in the game and let you hustle the rest I got a lust for success, you know it come with the stress So we party every night, what the fuck you expect? [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & RJmrLA] Ridin 'round, out of bounds 40 cal, 30 rounds You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning [Verse 2: RJmrLA] Never gon' love no broke ass bitch Never one broke bitch gon' change me Mr. Right Back, back and she pays me Whip the Ghost like I'm bringing back slavery Mr. L.A. I just caught a lick Dug it out the mud like a forklift I'm with some balling ass Bloods, some cold Crips Don't get dragged out the club like a coat, bitch I turn L.A. into Antarctica The nigga switched on me it's like an audible Dodging a fiend it ain't affordable My pull up game came with a urinal Extendo for certain Forties with the thirties like it's Harlems on Vernon Man 'cause niggas up in L.A. barbies Rappers want me get some help and sell their merch [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & RJmrLA] Ridin 'round, out of bounds (Yeah) 40 cal, 30 rounds (Say what?) You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning [Outro] So I give this girl a compliment the other day, you know, one of the those "you're beautiful". And she gon say "Thank you" and walk away. I say, "Bitch, hold on a second, lemme talk to you. I don't know who be complimenting you, but a thank you ain't enough for me? Cause I don't be just giving out compliments on the street to strangers like that. So I'ma need you, err-re-err, rewind that and add, uh, "I appreciate that" proceeding by a compliment directed towards me. Bitch, cause I look good too, motherfucker I deserve a compliment all too. Fuck you talking 'bout with a just "Thank you"? How you just gonna give me a thank you? Like, uh, like, like, like, like, like, like, this is just like, like, like, like, like a, like a, like a, like, like a, like a, like, like, what the, what? A thank you and that's it? C'mon girl, you got me fucked up. You got me all the way fucked up