Ride Around (featuring Miss Prada)

[Verse 1: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
Hey miss thing, what you up to?
I got a Mickey's in my purse and a pill for you
I got a bag of weed and a bag of blow
I'll come right through, girl, let me know
Hey bitch, come on over
Let's get fucked up, I don't wanna be sober
No more drama, no more pain
I'm a juicy bitch and I've got no shame
That's fly, ma, let's hit the beach
Downtown shopping, Georgia Peach
We'll find the trade, get shirts made
Put Smirnoff in our lemonade
I wanna tan, and roll a blunt
If the cops come then I'm getting cunt
Can't go to jail, I'm out on bail
I just wanna play in the summer sun

[Pre-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
Hey bitch, let's ride
Hey bitch, let's ride
Hey-hey bitch-bitch let's-let's ride

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
Hey bitch, let's ride around
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said

[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
Oh, so luscious all the time
Look over there, that boy's so fine
That thick chain, their tank top
Those long dreads make hearts drop (Uh)
Keep the trade, I'm looking for the daddies
Jewish old men in the golden caddy's
Buy me all types of gems and jewels
And older men never play by rules
That's cool Ayesha but really though?
These older men have got to go
Give trade a chance, you'll never know
You might suck his dick at a pride show
At a pride show? Uh, no
Tacky ass rubbers are much too slow
We can find a man later, bitch, I'm looking for the paper
So we can get higher than a motherfucking elevator

[Pre-Chorus: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
Hey bitch, let's ride
Hey bitch, let's ride
Hey-hey bitch-bitch let's-let's ride

[Chorus: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
Hey bitch, let's ride around
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said "Hey bitch, let's ride around"
R-r-r-r-r-ride around
Hey bitch, let's ride around
I'mma take you to my side of town
I said

[Bridge: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
From Cali out to Florida
Bitch, you cannot afford us
From Cali out to Florida
Bitch, you cannot afford us

[Outro: Ayesha Erotica and Miss Prada]
From Cali out to Florida
Bitch, you cannot afford us
From Cali out to Florida
Bitch, you cannot afford us
From Cali out to Florida
Bitch, you cannot afford us
From Cali out to Florida
Bitch, you cannot afford us