Ride / Circo Loco (Mixed)

[Intro]
Hit my line, you know that head was great
Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancin'
One more time, you gotta run the fades
Oh, yeah, alright, one more

[Verse]
I been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees
I been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie
I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian
Way I'm dressin' tell I been to a thousand islands
This bitch lie 'bout gettin' shots, but she still a stallion
She don't even get the joke, but she still smilin'
Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon
Cro shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burnin' up
Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough
Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough
Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up
Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up
Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up
Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to her nigga, yeah, it make sense
Gotta put her on the team, got a great bench
Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince
Bitch, I did it for the mob ties
Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes
And I never been the one to go apologize
Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time
Ayy, known the girl for six months, dinner up at my place
But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date
All my niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate
Your name not ringin' out here, it's on vibrate
And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate
And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate
Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though
Turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Ayy, Crodie, turn me
Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me