Rosewood Swing - Gone Ride With Me Lyrics

Walk up in the bank, it's a stick up
30 on my side and you know they bitch gon
Ride with me
Tipsy off this Henny and elixir
Hit I-55, who gon' pick up that supply with me
When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me
Posted in the club, we don't flick up
If it's goin' down, then how many gon' ride with me
Pourin' up the drank like a barista
For me to get loose in the club, a nigga gotta
Get dazed
Try me, he gon' lose his favorite hitter
A nigga try to test my pimpin' I'm whippin' out my blade
Who you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff
For you to even come around here, a nigga gotta be brave
A boss, man, I feel like the commissioner
For you to even touch ten bands, a nigga gotta get slaved
I'm bout to go
Tell my lawyer I ain't in the States, I'm on a boat
Matter of fact, I got another play in Monaco, Matter of fact, I'm jumpin' off this bitch, Geronimo
I don't wanna be saved
No, I do not play don't get it mixed up
Always look a man in the eyes, I'm takin off my shades
It must be the money if I pick up
For me to even come outside, a nigga gotta get paid
Walk up in the bank, it's a stick up
30 on my side and you know they bitch gon
Ride with me
Tipsy off this Henny and elixir
Hit I-55, who gon' pick up that supply with me
When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me
Posted in the club, we don't flick up
If it's goin' down, then how many gon' ride with me
There once was a robber who was out of his blues
He met Tony Spilotra, robbed him out of his shoes
The robber went outside, I guess he thought it was cool
Tony came with the Mac, then knocked him
Out of his shoes
I'm gettin' to the money, it's a kick to me
I ask him where the money at, and it's a mystery
Yo shorty like the way I talk, she blow the kiss for me
The police hit, I get the guap and can't do shit to me
I'm on the perk, now tell me what the f*ck do you think won't occur
Cause you gon' see like 20 bitches sleepin' on the curb
You tryna talk about the money while I'm monitored
Bitch, get the f*ck up out my face, you gettin' on my nerves
Feel like I done ran out on my damn luck
Police pullin' up at the corner, they bout to come my way
Police up on me, hope I don't get bammed up
If I'm goin' out like Tony, I'm bout to light my J
Walk up in the bank, it's a stick up
30 on my side and you know they bitch gon ride with me
Tipsy off this Henny and elixir
Hit I-55, who gon' pick up that supply with me
When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me
Posted in the club, we don't flick up
If it's goin' down, then how many gon' ride with me