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