Ride Slow

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
What up, Coz?
It’s Khalifa, man
Gang in this bitch
Some young rich motherfuckers, man
Do it yourself

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, I wrote my name in the sand
Come to paper, I’m gettin’ it- every buck
This ain’t no stroke of luck, lil homie this what I planned
Did it once, I’m here to do it again
Rollin’ joints up, smokin’ ‘em with my fans
Doin’ what these haters sayin’ impossible
Now the ceiling on my car is droppable
The weed I’m smokin’ on is smellin’ tropical
Taylor Gang boss, and we unstoppable
My n**** Berner got these n***** nervous
We gettin’ rich and it’s well deserved
You still waitin’ on your shit to surface
Oh, you ballin’? What’s your biggest purchase?
Don’t give a fuck about the watch, how much it cost
Cause that shit is worthless
I know trash when I see it
Smell some hash when the weed lit
Ridin’ in my Chevy, bumpin’
Six cones stuffin’
Stuntin’ like it’s nothin’

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Cozmo]
And we all gettin’ paper, but we all gon’ stay the same
And we all grindin’, so that hustle never change
On the road to riches (Yo Wiz, Yo Bern. Y’all too rich, man)
I smoke and ride slow (I’m tryna get like y’all, yeah)
I smoke and ride slow

[Verse 2: Cozmo]
Pretty women, Vegas nights, we rollin’ the dice
Front row at the fight, blowin’ dough- it’s the life
Presidential suites, mafia meetings at the Bellagio
That Gotti flow, cross one of mine- and you gotta go
Adios, every other line you can probably quote
Money on my mind all the time, so I gotta smoke
Rockin’ Valentinos, Cartier frames
We make movies like Tarantino
And got ‘em scared like Nino
Visualizin’ the better livin’, but still dealin’ weight
Mind state- fuck the small shit, I’m thinkin’ real estate
View overlookin’ the lake, Benz with the dealer plates
Gold on the Forgiato rims, let me illustrate
We live the high life, blowin’ smoke on the interstate
Rollie on the wrist, this life too real to imitate
We livin’ lavish, associated with those who made it
Married to the money, so if you broke there’s no relation
Yeah
It’s Cozmo!

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
And we all gettin’ paper, but we all gon’ stay the same
And we all grindin’, so that hustle never change
On the road to riches
I smoke and ride slow
I smoke and ride slow

[Verse 3: Berner]
For the grown men actin’ like bitches
Let ‘em choke on some bullshit smoke, my bag different
New phones, my dope spot’s clickin’
More money, more boxes for out of town shippin’
Car full of killers, four strippers in my bed
And my five-car garage, is a grow room instead
New cuts got my city goin’ nuts
[?] 42 a piece in the middle of the flood
Hand count, 350 and I’m gone
White girls on my arm, in the club with a cold bottle of Dom (Damn)
And the farm no [?] and my leaves grow tall
European with the white leather seats
Neck full of gold, everyone around me eats
Too hard for the radio, you play me in the streets
Man this Rollie cost a little more than sixty
Many Men want me dead like 50
Imma take a few with me

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
And we all gettin’ paper, but we all gon’ stay the same
And we all grindin’, so that hustle never change
On the road to riches
I smoke and ride slow
I smoke and ride slow