Riya - Rack City Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Riya] I stay getting green like a vegan No Nicki double but I got them d's up Back's a round thing - stands a couple d's up Bummy n***as trying to get with me I tell em ease up No bbm - iPhone Only prestige n**'s allowed on my phone No who*e but any beat I will ride on Hooded up think you're thugging well you're dead wrong If it ain't money - then it don't concern her Cat daddy swag - burger turner b**h I go to work - money earner Written in the stars feel like I'm Eric Turner Get your sunscreen cause I'm bringing in the heat I keep these beats hot like they're wrapped up in a fleece Lady like, but on the mic I am a beast And I just murdered this beat I hope it rests in peace [Verse 2: Drew-Ray] Everyone's saying that they're on true religion Religion in the jeans that's just materialism But that's just part of the world that we live in Wouldn't mind a new porsche - couple spanish women Swimming pool in the back 24/7 living Loaded with a stack of cash that I could swim in Couple agents keeping my blackberry pinging Having to switch phone's cause it won't ever stop ringing But I'd embrace all that Have a fat smile on my face when I look back Track after track - keeping me on the track Working my feet off till I hit the sack You see me yeah - that's what they're screaming Flow so cold yeah - I bring the freeze in Have your best n***a lost for words freezing Call me MC Hammer any beat I'll nail it f** chasing girls - you'll never see me chasing Except paper - showbiz pages Change you girl's taste I'll be what her taste is Floating on the track any air I'll displace it (whoo) No respect for the beat I'll ride it and disgrace it (haha) Them crazy girls always drive me round the bend All talk nothing to show for it - and they're dead Foot on the gas no action they pretend Get them in your clutch different story in the end She's a queen so she wants a royal male n***as posted on the strip they're on that paper trail Delivering the food yeah they're trying to live well Trying to get their cla** up ring the bell I'm a fly n***a (n***a) It ain't hard to see (see) Sight for sore eyes yeah the blind can see me Spitting smokey bars have you sweating like miami heat [Riya] Spitting dirty bars how the flow so clean