Ridin Round Gettin It Remix - FAB

I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it

I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it

I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it

It’s mine, I spend it

It’s mine, I spend it

It’s mine, I spend it

It’s mine, I spend it

I’m ridin round and I’m gettin it

It’s mine, I spend it

It’s mine, I spend it

It’s mine, I spend it

I’m smokin on exotic, she bitching about her stomach

When we have sex she felt it in the stomach

Throw that money up, shid, make that money vomit

And when I’m with the school bitch, money was the subject

I’m ridin round through my city, emphasis on my city

This bullsht ain’t gon carry on

No none of that shit fly with me

Yeah I’m back with my guy with me

That boy named Trigga Trey

We ridin round we gettin it

Maybe I stay out them niggas way

Just like the late Bigga say

More money, more problems

Matter fact I’d rather that to having no money be your problem

If hustle plus muscle equals success then it’s no problem

Think I care if you fuck with me

No sir that’s a ho problem

We be on the loud shit

Y’all be smoking that low volume

Over here is going down, over there ain’t no slalom

I’m so fly I need a co-pilot

Need a ride but with low mileage

And all my girls be holding in the back, no wallet

I’m ridin round windows up

Young peace town can’t wait to fuck

Another one in the back can relate to her

Got tittes big and they fake as fuck

My niggas got em pistols I’ll never catch no case bra

Life is like a strip club and I always got my paper up

Swears like a nigga can make enough

Fame for the kk beggin up

Stop it, watch it, pocket, scrap it

Niggas know I got it

Knowledge where she drop after that I take her shopping

Bitch niggas be talkin we just call it pussy poppin'

Trigga’s home, where he go though?

I been on what you ain’t know ho

Snatch the doze up on that photo

Make that girl tattoo my logo

She go below the belt cha that’s a low blow

Made her say ah and I ain’t talkin coco loso