Trina - Ridin' (Remix) lyrics

[Trina] This is (This is) The remix (The remix) Mya (Mya) Trina (Trina) Let's ride (Let's ride) Come on [Mya] (Verse 1) It's been five hours since you left here, boy Said you'd be 'round the block Had to make a stop So I kept your dinner hot Hot Hot And I been waitin' for you ever since It's three in the mornin', yeah Hook: Mya Cause three turns into four And four turns into five Then six was around, what you tryin' to do Baby, make me cry I don't what I did But I know what I'm gonna do I'm gonna find you Chorus: Mya I'm ridin', I'm ridin' Past your mama's house You got me ridin', I'm ridin' Past your boy's house You got me ridin', I'm ridin' I'm ridin', tryin' to find you Baby, you got me out here Looking for you, right I'm ridin', I'm ridin' Past that b**hes's house You got me ridin', I'm ridin' By all your ex's house You got me ridin', I'm ridin' I'm ridin', tryin' to find you Baby, you got me out here Looking for you, right (Verse 2) When you stepped to me You had nothin' But the shoes on your feet, and no place to sleep So I let you lay your head on my pillow You didn't have a dime, so I held you, fight your cryin' It was just a waste of time Then I played the fool for you It's three in the mornin', yeah It's not a weekend Oh ho Repeat Hook Repeat Chorus [Rap Verse: Trina] Been ridin' all night, almost out of gas Music turned off, prayin' that I don't crash I was too damn good, you was tryin' to get dump Flew planes on your crib, that's s'cuse what I've done Sayin', "I'm sorry," cooked you hot plates You was thinkin' with ya feet, she catched you out late Let you say "What," no, don't say sh** Wanna bounce in here late, you can have that chick Have these pictures, have these clothes Bet, next time you see me, a whole new wardrobe Got a little style Got buckwild Stop feeling yourself Go ahead, take a bow With some white-tee thug, let you meet TNG You got our respect and famous, cause of me Boy, you a trip, now watch what I do From this point on, don't wanna see you (You b**h) Bridge: Mya I was sippin' on Red Bull, so there ain't be no sleep tonight Not gonna let you go Oh no Without a fight See, you're the type to make, a girl gon' think she know ain't right Five dollars of gas, and I'm drivin' fast Where you at, where you at, where you at Repeat Chorus [Mya] It's three in the morning It's four in the morning It's five in the morning Where you at, where you at, where you at It's three in the morning It's four in the morning It's five in the morning Where you at, where you at, where you at