Young Roddy - Still Ridin' lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Curren$y] I'm the hottest thing in the street Ya'll ain't got nothing for me Crib already off the hook, and I ain't talking about buyin' a book When I say I'm about to add another story n***a in the club, twisted and bent b**hes on my nuts like a socket wrench To say that I spit, would make no sense Do mixtapes for free, I made no cents My pockets ain't hurting, I can flaunt my sk**s a little bit Y'all thinking my money spent, but its in a vent Spitta in a boot homie, that is an event Spitta cop a coup, you n***as trying to rent Bring these fool gazey a** n***as to the light Prove they counterfeit I am on my Puff Daddy thing Make bad girls sing like Danity Kane Its the fast life, word to the re-up game Took a couple seats out the plane, made more room to dance FS Jets got the world wide wingspan Listenin' to nature, talk about Sega Dream Cast NBA 2k until the plane land And I still got the iceberg sweats, you see them Money so old it should be in a museum [Hook] x2 And we still ridin', can't take nothing from us The planes got it Fast cars, fast women, fast dollars Wouldn't give it up for nothing I promise [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And I'ma rinse it off if the money bloody I'm sticking to the strip, dollar signs over bunnies Raw the fly thief rock a Louis V skully Ain't a better smell than new money No sh**, can I breathe I'm just trying to do yougin' Scream ‘f** the cop' refer to my n***a Tubby Momma got back like a camera to Buffy Old school gangster, word to that n***a bump me And I'm all about the Benjamins, word to that n***a Puffy n***as gonna hate, but the b**hes gonna love me And now they want half of my cheddar, I find it funny But I'm no fool, I know I get this chance once So f** a finger roll I'm going to hit a slam-dunk Yeah Yao Ming, look how tall I stand up I'm from trey first street baby, us n***as man up Overnight look how shorty came up [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Street Wiz] F.L.Y. Gang, we sitting from a range High up up in the game, Spitta lead the way While we running through the flames The heat will never last, so we coming for the change Non-stop hustle, but the muscle to the grain Survival of the illest, jet gunning through the lane Skyline living, hella smoking out my brain But her focus, my pimpin' up on the poles up in the ring Yeah n***a and I ain't even tripping on the weather Whatever the degrees, its like im pitching for the cheddar Its magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve And when the time is right, I'm going to shift it in the breeze Money, cash, dough, It keep me lifted high for the ride That's why the jets zipping past go Catch me on another level, in my swag mode Dougy Fresh dress, b**hes on my tadpole, G [Hook] x2