Young Thug - Rider lyrics

(Intro) I love my ni**a next to me I got a rider who would die for me I f**k back and forth Why I said (Verse – Lil Baby) I do this for Maze in the motherf**king trenches I go get it, I go get it My ni**as gon and get it I got some ni**as coming with me to the top and I’mma take em And I know them ni**as hating, but I’m waiting, I got patience (Chorus – Lil Baby] I got bi**hes rolling down on a ni**a I go ride on a ni**a I go ride all them ni**as And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them ni**as I go ride all them ni**as I go ride all them ni**as on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got f**ked Couple homies they got shot I don’t count it for (Verse 2 – Lil Baby) I want that money and I ain’t first And I ain’t lost and I gon get it and get it F**k I leave it all Bi**hes won’t f**k my neck just they probably won’t f**k my pocket That’s why all you ni**as watching, come try me, the option is only you ni**a Cannot get no money, f**k withtrue ni**as I’m so stiff on y’all hoes And I get money on them hoes, racks racks All these ni**as bi**hes and I know it for sure I got different whipses, I got cars galore I got different b**hes, I got women galore All I know is money and I need me some more You know I ain’t just talking, they know And I just popped that motherf**ker, I show s**t I’m already Hood Rich, and I kinda go legit I need another way I’m tryna wrap up all this s**t (Chorus) I got bi**hes rolling down on a ni**a I go ride on a ni**a I go ride all them ni**as And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them ni**as I go ride all them ni**as I go ride all them ni**as on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got f**ked Couple homies they got shot I don’t count it for (Verse 3 – Young Thug) Never had a job and never plan on getting one I came here rowdy bi**hes know it’s one on one Change from the Pentagon…on her tongue 500 cash with me that’s why I got this bag on Rags to riches now I…out the dome My bi**hes skinny dipping they all got thongs on You ain’t tryna get rich you need to gone gone gone I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul Tryna be rich ni**as hating on all y’all Stayed down in this law, we get paid off Big homie taught me if it’s a plug don’t run off Man I’m tacking cheese like a Phillipean And we smoking weed, drinking codeine, drank it drank it I got some M’s I could buy Hardees, I could buy Hardees Turn nothing to a club lets have a party, lets have a party We got options you can drink Act, red or green All this…I drink Got me tearing up the f**king street (Chorus – Lil Baby) I got bi**hes rolling down on a ni**a I go ride on a ni**a I go ride all them ni**as And I shade all my grizzy I go ride all them ni**as I go ride all them ni**as I go ride all them ni**as on my way to the top I lost some homies, they got f**ked Couple homies they got shot I don’t count it for